Lord of the Mysteries

Inside the small theater of the Rice Circus.

As long as something felt familiar, there was no problem for a Seer to recall it. Klein nudged his gold-rimmed glasses up on his nose, leaned back, and murmured something almost soundlessly.

Soon after, he pretended to close his eyes to rest for more than ten seconds. In reality, he had used the help of Cogitation to quickly fall asleep and be reminded through his dream.

It was a rather dim room, with only one candle flickering on the coffee table. The people sitting around it were all wearing black hooded robes and iron masks that covered only half their faces.

Deliberately massaging his glabella, Klein opened his eyes and continued watching the beast taming performance.

He had interpreted the revelation and knew the source of the familiarity: the scene in the dream was of the Beyonder gathering organized by Old Mister Eye of Wisdom.

There was also an Apothecary with a chubby face who enjoyed using sarcasm as a warning. Although he was clearly a kind-hearted fellow, he always gave others the feeling that he deserved a beating.

Could it be that Apothecary? That shouldn’t be the case. When did he learn beast taming… According to the confidential records of the Nighthawks, an Apothecary doesn’t have Spirit Vision like those of the Seer pathway who were able to distinguish emotional colors in detail. Well, when it comes to the color of auras, they’re actually quite good at it… Klein’s thoughts slowly dispersed without affecting his appreciation of the performance onstage.

In his Spirit Vision, the emotional colors of the black bear, the tiger, and the curly-haired baboon were indeed unstable. If there was an addition level of provocation to a certain degree, they might very well rampage on the spot. This indirectly confirmed that the chubby man who had just spoken wasn’t causing trouble. He seemed to be able to read the thoughts of the three animals and understand their impulses.

Having received the warnings, the beast trainer’s face darkened with anger, but even so, his actions were instinctively gentler. He was more careful, and the show ended without a hitch.

After that, there was a simple but comedic skit. Only when it was over was it the magician’s turn to perform.

This magician wore a tuxedo. He wore a bow tie of the same color, as well as a large top hat. The moment he appeared, he spat out fire from his mouth, which immediately caused the audience to applaud and cheer.

Such a simple trick… Klein, who had excellent eyesight and had watched quite a few magic lesson programs, understood the gist of it with just a quick glance.

Next, the magician performed: the classic escape act, releasing flying doves from his hat, pulling out flowers, card tricks, and so on. Klein thought he could easily see through every one of the magician’s tricks, but he was surprised to discover that, at some point, he actually failed to do so because his attention had been drawn to where the magician wished it to be, causing him to ignore the key details.

He clearly doesn’t have any Beyonder powers, but his technique is still able to fool my eyes. Hmm, the key point is grasping attention… The Magician’s second rule is fully divert a target’s attention, thus achieving the desired effect? Klein made a guess in his mind which he wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong.

It needed him to “act” it out to receive feedback.

this moment, the magician’s performance came to an end. The audience weren’t stingy with their warm applause and cheers. The atmosphere in the

performance requires the applause of the audience for his performance? Klein muttered to himself in a half-joking and

and left the small theater. He didn’t try to come into contact with

public carriage back to Minsk

had a few passengers. According to his usual practice, Klein chose the spot next to the window on

suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He became sober and rational—the reaction was like someone had forcibly intruded into his dream or channeled his

clearly knew that he was

in a tuxedo and top hat to his left was still flipping through a newspaper. There were two children who were being reprimanded by a vexed woman in a light blue dress for being disobedient troublemakers. Beside her, people were chewing on bread or drinking tea

when Klein quietly activated his Spirit Vision, these passengers

don’t have Ether

bread, and reading newspapers, but none of them

did they just suddenly die and are just moving according to the inertia of their lives? Klein tried to remain calm as he looked out the window and saw

aura colors… As the carriage moved forward rather slowly, Klein became more and

his head and examined himself. He saw a clear spirituality luster which was completely different from the people around

angry roar. It didn’t

a

sharp white teeth were stained with traces of blood and rust. It was

filled with mysterious patterns, that grew from its head. It looked up at the sky and said

because

of the huge Devil dog, a few illusory pedestrians exploded and turned into a black mist that filled the air, blocking

Klein could vaguely see that there were quite a few “real people” with aura colors in

Artifact is only aimed at Beyonders, and it has no effect on normal people? Thus, I, who just happened

ridiculous disaster… Just as he was sighing with emotion, he suddenly heard a

and the gigantic Devil dog fell heavily onto the ground. Its body was divided into two halves, and all the light in the air converged on something, making it look like a clean, pure moon shining down on the dark

suddenly exploded. Using its soul and flesh as fuel, it

lost all of their brightness as soon as they reached midair, having

without a trace, and that huge Devil dog died so simply and completely, not even leaving a speck of it

that he—another wild Beyonder—was sitting in