Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 351

After a full half hour of uninterrupted silence, Klein opened his eyes and slowly rose to his feet.

He took his cane, put on his hat, and left the cathedral, taking a rental carriage back to Minsk Street in the dark.

At this moment, the vigilance and surveillance of the surrounding area had inevitably relaxed, turning into the shadows under the light of the gas lamps.

Shortly after midnight, Klein took out his key, opened the door to his house, and entered the empty guest rooms to search for the Book of Secrets.

It didn’t take him much effort to find the old book, bound in thick goatskin, in the wardrobe in a room on the first floor.

The hardcover of the book was dark black, with two lines of Hermes written in crimson:

“Book of Secrets.

“Klarman.”

Phew… Klein exhaled but was in no rush to read the book. Instead, he quickly constructed a wall of spirituality in the room, summoning and responding to himself via a ritual, and then he threw Azik’s copper whistle, the Master Key, the All-Black Eye, the Beyonder bullets, the bottle of biological poison, the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic, the Book of Secrets, and even all the vessels above the gray fog. He planned on waiting for the commotion to subside before deciding on which to take out and which to carry.

After doing all this, he didn’t even bother to study the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic or the bottle of biological poison. He simply washed up and laid in bed.

There were two reasons for doing so. Firstly, reading the book was too time consuming. It was very easy to bring trouble to his body in the real world on this rather uncalm night. Secondly, Klein was aware of his current weakness, which was that the speed at which his spirituality was growing wasn’t enough to satisfy his ever-increasing Beyonder powers and mystical items.

After such an intense battle, his spirituality was already drained. His head was aching, and he was drowsy.

Yes, the one thing that places the greatest burden on my spirituality are the Paper Figurine Substitutes, followed by the creation of “Sun Holy Water” with the Sun Brooch, but it wasn’t used tonight. Next in the list is Holy Water Creation and Flaming Jump… Klein yawned and used Cogitation to get rid of the state of extreme tiredness and tenseness that prevented him from falling asleep.

In less than ten seconds, he entered the land of dreams as various fragmented scenes appeared alternately before him.

…

In the clearing surrounded by the abandoned warehouses, the Machinery Hivemind came and went before coming again. The person in charge of investigating this incident went from being a team captain to an expert at the rank of deacon.

Ikanser Bernard’s brown hair remained unkempt and stuck out stubbornly, making it impossible to hide them even with a hat on.

This led to many members of the Machinery Hivemind to secretly joke that the deacon probably used a bomb to style his hair.

At this moment, Ikanser, with his cut jaw and facial features, was holding a silver mirror with ancient patterns on it.

On each side of the mirror was an eye-like ornament. They were built on the foundation of a black gem which looked serene and charming.

surveyed the area and said, “Although the rats in the sewers are experts at interfering with divination and mediumship and had already

he looked at the silver mirror in his hand as he

a deep voice, “Respected Arrodes, my question is

suddenly thickened, and the surface of the silver mirror began to

a scene appeared in the silver

the air. He was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat and a half top hat. His body was distorted, and his

his feet, flames rose up

middle-aged man in a dark red cloak appeared.

a complicated black regal dress and

their bodies. Only their backs could be

changes came to an end as it fixed onto the blazing flames that soared into the sky. The “fireworks” bloomed

the

forward, pressed his hat to

was his face extremely blurry after being interfered with, but it also

Ikanser was about to ask his teammates for their opinions, several lines of text in ancient Feysac

of reciprocity, it’s my turn to

or lie,

“punishment” was blood-red, as if it

twisted at first

mirror’s aqueous light flashed

“What’s your sexual orientation?”

as he felt the gazes of his surrounding

…

the morning. The sky was just

Klein awoke to the punctual church

would just turn around and continue sleeping until it was almost 8 o’clock.

checking my gas meter…” He let out a sigh of relief, and without even

wanted to study his spoils

in The Fool’s seat, Klein

observed it for a few seconds. Then, he conjured a pen and paper and wrote the

could be used as a substitute for experimentation. With the fact that he held the item in his possession, and how he knew a lot

he quickly entered the dreamland and

ground. However, he only washed it with water and

a long howl. Black fur grew out of his body, inch by inch, and

cracked the

the group of pursuing gray wolves as he

made the attendants, whose eyes were glazed but cold, charge at

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