Lord of the Mysteries

White Feathers?

Looking at the corpseless grave, Klein suddenly thought of a word: “Angel!”

In the canon of the seven major Churches, they were filled with legends of Angels and Saints. The former had one characteristic—a pair of pure white wings on its back, and as many as two, three, or even six pairs of pure white wings.

However, in the blink of an eye, Klein remembered something else

Mr. Azik had once described his dream to him—one that seemed to indicate his different lives.

One of the scenes was inside a dark mausoleum. There were many opened ancient coffins beside him, and in the coffins, there were corpses with white feathers growing from their backs!

Is this a special characteristic of the Death pathway, or a strange phenomenon caused by the Numinous Episcopate? Klein didn’t say a word as he restrained his emotions and calmly looked at the white feathers stained with yellowish oil at the bottom of the grave.

His initial judgment was that the old gentleman wasn’t an angel, as the terrifying Sequence 2, or even Sequence 1 Beyonders, would certainly produce intense effects on their surroundings when they died. For example, the Holy Artifact, the ashes of a Saint which had been stored behind Tingen City’s Chanis Gate, would extend almost invisible thin, black, and cold lines so as to seal the people and things around it.

Of course, it’s also possible that he didn’t actually die… He’s like Mr. Azik? Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his black-gloved right hand.

He planned to do some divination above the gray fog when he returned home.

At that moment, Kapusky came to his senses, scrambled to Klein’s side, and looked at the grave with a hint of fear.

“Where’s the body?”

Klein looked at him and said in a low voice, “Maybe he left by himself”

“He left by himself…” Kapusky repeated in horror, now fully aware of how terrible it was for the dead to awaken.

His legs trembled as he muttered to himself, “B-but I didn’t use the resurrection ritual on him.”

Klein turned around and looked at him for a few seconds.

“Death is not the end.”

“Death is not the end… Death is not the end… ” Kapusky was quite frightened by his own beliefs as he blurted out, “W-will he come back?”

Well, the copper whistle had summoned a messenger which probably corresponds to the old gentleman. In other words, by giving the messenger a letter, it is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman — a man who has been dead for almost half a year… Heh, I wonder where he went and what kind of state he’s in… In response to Kapusky’s question, Klein gave him an indifferent reminder.

“Don’t blow that copper whistle again.”

“You mean the copper whistle will draw him back?” Kapusky asked in horror.

Before Klein could reply, he asked again, “C-can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tussock River?

“If you can’t, I-I’ll do it myself.”

Weren’t you interested in the philosophy of death? Klein lampooned as he reached out to take Kapusky’s copper whistle.

sending the dead man a letter when the

for all of this was that he was certain that there wasn’t too much

fill up the grave again, Klein had a brief exchange with him about the “Spirit Dance” and the corresponding mysticism knowledge, enriching his own knowledge. He also asked Kapusky in detail about

the cumbersome setup for ritualistic magic would be more effective and simple… Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Klein warned Kapusky to stop

and took a long detour via carriage to East

into his previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered his bedroom. After a series of actions, he carried the three white

The Fool’s high back chair, Klein conjured pen and a paper. He wrote a

feathers and leaned back in

Klein entered a dreamland. It

any light. Suddenly, the darkness was dyed with a crimson shade. A thin, pale hand

He didn’t lift the stone slab, but

the crimson red moonlight, the clothes on the figure’s back were

head, revealing the red spots

the surrounding fences, heading deeper

and

well. It gave off a very heavy and corporeal feeling… It seemed to be phasing between a human’s body and a spirit’s body in a semi-natural and

whistle he received from Kapusky at that

use the copper whistle above the gray fog. The messenger wouldn’t be able to enter at all; otherwise, there wouldn’t be any danger… After muttering to

…

in the relatively refreshing woods in Empress

and stored the herbs that he had secretly planted into a leather

body. He mumbled to himself in great satisfaction, “Sure enough, my physical

Beast Tamer? What does this

that have lost their lives,

be able

did he give me the formula. When I stabilize, I’ll have to try contacting

kicking to get used to his strengthened

a serious

be done? Look for animals and tame them?” As the Apothecary was mumbling to himself, he

huge golden retriever running

as it suddenly turned its head

froze for a moment. Then, it nimbly

…

the Hall family’s luxurious

sat beside Audrey’s feet, her

before it said in fear, “Audrey, I

“His eyes were scary!”

want to do to you?” Audrey asked,

know either. In short,

look like?” Audrey considered letting the guards and

I feel that he is my natural enemy!” Susie

natural enemy? A dog-type nemesis?

into those