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.”

…

down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and said to himself silently, So it’s

no wonder how he was able to track me

doesn’t seem to fully understand the essence of being a Hunter. He didn’t set any traps ahead of time or use any weapons. He didn’t put his advantages to use… This is partly because

and the Feysac Empire’s rulers, the Einhorn family, as well as the secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, which appeared in the past two to three centuries. Taking into account his attire, that ambassador’s identity can essentially be confirmed… a high-ranking

wonder what that important item he’s trying to get his hands on

himself in

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

let out a silent breath. He felt a bit more confident that he

the steam locomotive, looking for a

one in West Borough, one in St. George Borough, and one at the junction of East

pedestrians in his dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic statuses

The third spot!

the East Borough

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

him since we discovered Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright had

Klein didn’t fold the piece of paper and put it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to remain

to the bed and took off

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

…

a house at

up suddenly and

pretty face was extremely twisted as if she was

ears and constantly tossed about in bed, as though she was resisting the

veins bulged on the back of

randomly tensed up or rolled. Her originally teasing

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

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

covering her ears and resorted to yanking at her hair, as though she was going to fight

minutes of writhing,

at the handful of slightly curled brown hair, and

every full moon don’t have much

curtain that half covered the

getting worse each and every time. Will I lose control the next time because of this…” Fors could no longer suppress the weakness that

separate herself from the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but it no longer

name of the God of Steam and Machinery, had tried some ritualistic magic, but it hadn’t changed the

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 never

…

early from his restless

the curtains and open the window to let the light and