Lord of the Mysteries

It was the same dream divination, but this time Klein saw more.

The first scene was still the small, dark, squalid room with Ian Wright sleeping soundly on a bunk bed.

The second scene was the same sewer they had both gone to. Ian squatted in front of Zreal’s mutilated body, reached out with his hand to rub the two rows of white teeth, and removed one of them.

The third scene was a busy and noisy street. The passersby were all dressed in plain clothes, some of which that could be described as old and tattered.

In the middle of the street, there were gardens and lawns, surrounded by low chimneys that were puffing out smoke. Ian, in his old overcoat and round hat, warily watched as he entered the telegraph office not far from the center of the street. Diagonally across it was the mall entrance to the steam metro.

The image quickly turned transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped his index finger on the edge of the long bronze table and made a preliminary judgment.

From that tooth and the telegram, it seems that Zreal and Ian aren’t just a detective duo that found themselves involved in a dangerous situation. They have an organization behind them!

I should be able to determine where the third scene is…

Klein was in no hurry to deeply analyze it, as he didn’t want to stay too long above the fog.

Leaving the high back chair belonging to The Fool, he went to a corner, rummaged through the paper bag that he had been placed there previously, and found Meursault’s Beyonder characteristic.

Holding the crimson, jelly-like object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement: “The corresponding potion name.”

As he silently recited the statement, he held onto the Beyonder characteristic with one hand and the piece of paper with the divination statement in the other. With the help of Cogitation, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the gray, dreamy dream, the ambassador who was dressed to the nines, appeared again before Klein with his thin, stubbly face.

Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Meursault, “Drink it, drink this Hunter potion, and you’ll rule the Zmanger gang. Of course, money is also indispensable, as Emperor Roselle once said—a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.”

“Hunter? Backlund is a huge metropolitan city…” Meursault frowned and asked curiously.

To someone illiterate like him, hunters were associated with the wilderness and animals.

The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, “The biggest city is the largest dark forest.

“Here, everyone has two identities. One, the prey, and the other, the hunter.

“Even the weakest hunter is a hunter. It’s possible for them to harm stronger prey.

“Go, join this magnificent hunt.”

…

and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no wonder Meursault was so good at fighting. He even used a

he was able to track me

or use any weapons. He didn’t put his advantages to use… This is partly because he

as well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, which

wonder what that important item he’s

wrapped himself in

as he returned to his room, he immediately checked his surroundings vigilantly, but he didn’t notice any unusual

a silent breath. He felt a bit more confident that he would be able to convene the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow

he had bought on the steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was

few subway lines in Backlund, so Klein quickly identified three targets: one in West Borough, one in St. George Borough, and one at the junction of East

were dressed to

The third spot!

East Borough

practical knowledge and the ability to infer… Klein mocked himself, walked to the

Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright

Klein didn’t fold the piece of paper and put it away. Nor did he burn

to the bed and took off his clothes to

the tightly closed curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from the layers

…

a house at

sleep with Xio, sat up suddenly and put her hands

twisted as if she was a

constantly tossed about in bed,

trickled down her forehead, and veins bulged on

Her originally teasing and languid pale blue eyes were

depths of those pupils, countless layers of light and shadows seemed

hold it in anymore as she let

her hair, as though she

of writhing, she finally

of slightly curled brown

Xio, telling her that the murmurs every full moon don’t have much of a negative effect on me… At least losing

looked at the curtain that half covered the window. Through

because of this…” Fors

through the spiritual world, but it no longer resulted

chanting the name of the God of Steam and Machinery, had tried some

to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve never encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster potion formula.” Fors looked

…

woke up early from his restless

to his desk and began to draw the curtains and open the window to let the light