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.”

…

his hand and said to himself silently, So it’s the Hunter potion. It’s no wonder Meursault was

he was able to

to use… This is partly because he didn’t know that I’m also a Beyonder, one that

as well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, which appeared in the past two to three centuries. Taking into

wonder what that important item he’s trying

mind churned, Klein wrapped himself in his

he immediately checked his surroundings vigilantly, but he didn’t notice

felt a bit more confident that he

on the steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was along the subway line, one that

three targets: one in West Borough, one in St. George Borough, and one at the junction of

of the pedestrians in his dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic statuses

The third spot!

the East Borough intersected with the Backlund

Klein mocked himself, walked to the desk, and added another sentence after the

haven’t seen him since we discovered Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright had appeared at

burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to remain spread out on

went back to the

curtains, the crimson moon peeked out from the layers of clouds, shining brightly

…

a house at

up suddenly and

pretty face was extremely twisted as if she

ears and constantly tossed about in bed, as though

down her forehead, and veins

randomly tensed up or rolled. Her originally teasing and languid pale blue eyes were filled

layers of light and shadows seemed to

Fors finally couldn’t hold it in anymore as she let out a

her ears and resorted to yanking at her

few minutes of writhing,

handful of slightly curled brown hair, and

have much of a negative effect on me…

covered the window. Through it, she could see the dreamy crimson moon

and every time. Will I lose control the next time because of this…”

that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but it no

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

I could understand what the murmurs are saying… I wish to die in the know, and not be buried clueless… P-perhaps, I might be able to hear it clearer after advancing to Sequence 8? But I’ve

…

morning, Klein woke up early from his restless sleep

and began to draw the curtains and open the window to let the