Lord of the Mysteries

“There is danger in the inn.”

Klein softly chanted the divination statement, entered Cogitation, and then flipped a gold coin.

Clang!

A faint but crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. The gold coin tumbled and fell, landing in Klein’s palm.

It was tails, indicating a negative response.

No danger… With a frown, Klein looked around and pulled out a bottle of insect-repelling essential oil from his coat on the coat rack.

He sprinkled a circle around him, then he quickly took four steps counterclockwise, entering the gray fog to make a divination for confirmation.

In about ten seconds, he received a revelation—there was still no danger.

Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head; put the gold coin and bottle back; wore his coat, trousers, and boots before sitting at the edge of his bed, leaning back against the pillow as he placed great caution on this turn of events.

He still remembered his Seer principles, especially the one about “divination is not all-powerful,” so even if the answers he received indicated it was safe, he didn’t dare to relax and return to his slumber.

This isn’t to say that he didn’t believe in the gray fog’s ability to shield him from interference, but rather that there were too many possibilities. His divination statement might not be accurate enough to cover them all, resulting in his misinterpretation.

He already had a guess about what had just happened. It was that the four adventurers in the restaurant had indeed found the abandoned and forgotten ancient temple in the primitive forest on Symeem Island. They had obtained wealth or cultural relics, but they had also stirred the barely-surviving evil spirits, causing them to be plagued by evil thoughts and curses.

Time ticked by, and Klein suddenly felt a subtle spirituality fluctuation spread out from the room and quickly blend into the surrounding darkness.

The hidden flow that he had barely sensed vanished, and the tranquility of the night returned.

As expected… It’s a result of Beyonder powers… It was solved just like that? I’ll just wait a little longer. It would be dawn in an hour or two anyway… Even if there really is a problem, this place has a cathedral and a Mandated Punishers team… Klein half closed his eyes and began to engage in Cogitation.

…

Bayam, Amyris Leaf Bar.

Danitz, determined to hoodwink any monitoring, carried a cup of Lanti Proof and drunkenly watched as the girls on the boxing ring danced a hot, sexy dance.

“Dogshit!” It’s been so long since they’ve lost a single piece of clothing! ” he shouted with the other drunks.

Then, ignoring whether they received any response, they laughed out loud, clinked glasses, and drank.

“Have you read the newspapers?” a man who was fooling around in the bar late at night burped and said to his companions.

twisting and turning letters of the alphabet? Holy Lord of Storms, I’m only interested in this kind of twisting and turning! Hahaha!” His companion

man who had spoken earlier smacked the

“Steel is dead!

killed

stunned for a moment, then he sat up, turning

and took a sip of the liquor, acting as if nothing had happened, but he secretly inched closer to hear what the others had

who had brought him into the trade had once said that life at sea

tell you, when I was young, I once defeated

to the steel pipe? Should I say something like woah, yours sure is thin!” The first man

wait for a reply as he continued, “Steel Maveti is dead! The second mate

one of the fellows who was already wavering to slip to the bottom of the table as he raved in horror, “It wasn’t

praise Lord Blazing! The disguised Danitz couldn’t wait to smash the cup of alcohol in his hand at

is dead. John Smith and that bunch of assholes have been caught as well!” A drunk who was still a

who raised the topic first shook his head with a smile. “I have a friend working at the news agency. He told me that he has verifiable intel that cannot be published. The Navy and the Church were only used. The true murderer is Blazing Danitz and a mysterious, experienced, and powerful

sneak attack, there’s no way he

adventurer. I suspect he’s an adventurer nearing the rank of a pirate admiral!” the man who had started the conversation emphasized. “I’ve no idea how Danitz got to

“That’s right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing sure isn’t simple!”

pirate, no—a

pirates? I really couldn’t tell the

of a bitch, when did I ever drink with you? I don’t even know you!Amidst the

at night to wipe the deck in envy. Hahaha, I can now be

thrilling events in Bansy Harbor—how he had defeated the fallen bishop, how he had cleverly escaped from the ambush

of Gehrman Sparrow, that madman… Sigh, I’m already

…

the orange sun rose in the sky. The

his clothes, returned to bed, and made up for his lack of sleep by sleeping for another

wake up at the scheduled time of 8:30 a.m. He washed up slowly, changed his clothes, and went to the first floor to buy a loaf of bread with cooked chestnuts and a glass of Gurney Sap. He

he had already bought his return tickets for the 9 o’clock liner, Klein kept watch of the time and prepared to board the

the greenish-gray eyes, as well as the three male adventurers

buying tickets at the

definitely wouldn’t be able to make it in time for the 9 o’clock trip… I wonder what they obtained from the abandoned temple, but last night they attracted an existence similar to an evil spirit. Please don’t let anything unexpected happen when they ride on the liner… Klein

that the later liner wouldn’t be

the passengers waiting for the ten o’clock liner near the ticket office, rubbed his fingers together in silence, and lit the ticket in his

as if nothing had happened and bought

docks, went above the