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.

how he was able to track me

He didn’t put his advantages to use… This is partly because he didn’t know that I’m also

Hunter pathway is both wielded by the former Intis royal family, the Sauron family, 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 diplomat of the Intis Republic, an ambassador of the

item he’s

his mind churned, Klein wrapped himself in his spirituality

checked his surroundings vigilantly,

he would be able to convene the members of the Tarot Club

for a telegraph office that was along the subway

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

recalled how most of the pedestrians in his dream were dressed to determined their socioeconomic statuses and arrived at the

The third spot!

place where the East Borough

a revelation requires a plethora of practical knowledge and the ability to infer… Klein mocked himself, walked to the desk, and added another sentence after the previous statement,

is. I haven’t seen him since we discovered Zreal’s corpse. However, I learned through my own

piece of paper and put it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he allowed it to

back to the bed and took off

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

…

a house

Xio, sat up suddenly and put her hands

pretty face was extremely twisted as

constantly tossed about in bed, as though she was resisting

and veins bulged on the back of

teasing and languid pale blue eyes were

layers of light

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

yanking at her hair,

few minutes of writhing, she

looked at the handful of slightly curled brown

full moon don’t have much of a negative effect on me… At least losing hair is a

looked at the curtain that half covered the window. Through it, she could see the dreamy

the next time because of this…” Fors could no longer suppress the weakness that she had buried deep

had attempted to separate herself from the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but

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

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 encountered anyone selling the Trickmaster

…

from his restless sleep and got out of

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