Lord of the Mysteries

In the dark sewer, Klein wiped his neck and turned his attention back to Lanevus’s cracked head and decapitated body before turning to the two tarot cards that were stuck in Lanevus’s eyes.

He originally wanted to retrieve all the projectiles that he had thrown and wipe the scene of any clues. However, he realized a very real and extremely serious problem.

He didn’t have the vision to see in complete darkness.

He had relied on his Spirit Vision to rush through the pitch black sewers and engage in the intense battle with Lanevus!

He could see the colors of Lanevus’s aura, the spirituality radiance of all sorts of critters, and could faintly use the lights “illumination” to distinguish the path.

Unfortunately, the tarot cards he was currently using weren’t the same as the ones that had originated from the Nighthawks. It didn’t have any spirituality or silver engravings, and it was completely ordinary with no special characteristics.

In such an environment, Klein could use his own aura’s color and spirituality radiance to create a tiny radius around him where he could distinguish things. However, he couldn’t see the cards stuck in the walls and ground, as well as the cards that had scattered everywhere. In the intense battle with Lanevus, they hadn’t restricted themselves to a particular spot.

Of course, he believed that as long as he had enough time, it wouldn’t be difficult to find all the cards he had thrown out, but the main problem was that the Nighthawks and the military on board the airship would arrive at any minute!

I can’t be too careless regarding this… I’ve been wearing gloves all this time… This deck of tarot cards was bought before coming to Backlund and is standard across the nation… I don’t usually use it… Most of the time, even if I have it with me, it’s placed together with Mr. Azik’s copper whistle… Regardless of what methods are used, it would be very difficult to locate me through them. At most, they would be able to restore a portion of the battle scene; I donned a mask, and my shoes are padded… All sorts of thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind, and he quickly came to a decision.

He turned to the headless corpse and crouched down. Reaching out with his black-gloved right hand, he quickly searched for any items left behind.

Klein didn’t have the intention of carrying out a mediumship ritual. Firstly, the feeling of the evil god’s descent had left a deep impression on him, so he didn’t dare to blindly channel Lanevus’s spirit unless he brought it above the gray fog with him. Secondly, with the situation of the Nighthawks and military arriving at anytime, he didn’t feel that he had enough time to set up the ritual of summoning himself, responding to himself, and then going up above the gray fog and channelling the spirit.

I should give up when it’s necessary… Klein silently muttered to himself, and he withdrew his hand from Lanevus’s body.

This crazy swindler seemed to be in a hurry when escaping. He didn’t bring any cash, materials, or charms. He only had an eye-sized badge on him which coruscated a faint spirituality radiance.

Klein wasn’t afraid that this item could be used to locate him as he planned on throwing it above the gray fog later to study it slowly. Therefore, he stood up and put the badge in his pocket.

He stole a glance at Lanevus’s corpse, and without waiting for the Beyonder characteristic to appear, he used his left black-gloved hand to remove the remaining tarot cards.

Then he stretched out his left arm and placed his palm directly above the Lanevus’s corpse.

All of a sudden, Klein released his grip, allowing the tarot cards to fall, like leaves cascading over the headless corpse. Some of them faced up with pictures and numbers printed on them, whilst others had dark red patterns on their backs.

After doing all of this, Klein took out Azik’s copper whistle and tossed it a few times. Then, without looking back, he ran deep into the sewers.

After almost two minutes, figures finally arrived at this place. Some of them were wearing thick black windbreakers, while others were wearing well-tailored military uniforms.

Cesimir, who was carrying a pure white bone sword. His red gloves

means of their night vision,

two tarot cards stuck in his head. One was The Emperor and the other was Wheel of

with even more cards, each separately depicting The Chariot, The Hermit, Death, and more cards of different suits

walls and on the ground around him, there were also tarot

some bizarre ritual, and Lanevus was the sacrificial offering that was destined to be

The Beyonders around him fell into a

…

He took off his clown mask and, in the shadows of the gas lamps, walked

had already dealt with the stains

reached Black Palm Street in the East Borough did he breathe a slight sigh of relief. Then, he quickly held the ritual of summoning himself inside his rented

moved all the clothes he had worn tonight, as well as the remaining charms, herbs, and essential oils, as well as the badge he had obtained from Lanevus to the space above the gray

He exhaled and finally had time to take a look at what the badge he had taken from Lanevus

only the size of an eyeball. On the front was a symbol that depicted

if you have this

mentally exhausted, along with the fact that the timing wasn’t right, he decided to give up on his

left the mysterious space above the gray fog, changed into another

planned to sleep for the night before leaving. This was because it was easy to be inspected after midnight,

the window at the moonlight’s encroaching of the darkness, and gradually calmed

that he had relieved himself of a lot of his burdens and

is huge. Only after becoming a High-Sequence Beyonder, a demigod, would I have the qualifications to involve myself in such matters… Before

for the foreseeable future, my goal is to work hard to improve myself. Now that I’ve completely digested the Clown potion, I can advance to Magician once

still Faceless, Nimblewright Master, and the corresponding Sequence 4

that, I’ll just

as he thought about his future arrangements. He

it, the corners of his lips curled

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…

a group of people wearing surgical hats and white masks came to

to the puzzled and confused residents, “We’ve discovered

This infectious disease has a special drug, and as long as

around for their colleague named Kevin.

That was Lanevus’s alias.

medical team was accompanied by police officers, the residents no longer had any doubts and began to line up nervously to

a bushy beard. He nervously asked all sorts of questions, afraid that a single bottle of medicine wasn’t potent enough to fight off the infectious

the doctors showed their impatience that he drank