Lord of the Mysteries

The endless gray fog hung silently before a light scraping noise on the bronze table sounded.

Klein changed his seating posture and began placing more weight on the details regarding the evil spirit. He was more and more convinced that Miss Sharron and himself had neglected the possibility of something happening to Rafter Pound.

This is a Beyonder power of the Red Priest pathway, Conspiracist?

Furthermore, this is even closer to a common fraud. There’s only the use of supernatural powers in the details. Therefore, even if I had arrived at the mysterious space above the gray fog, I would passively have my senses fooled. I would’ve only discovered the problem by proactively considering and analyzing the situation?

If it wasn’t for Mr. Azik, who knew of the evil spirit suspected to be the dead Red Angel Medici, I wouldn’t have realized this problem. Nor would I have hired Miss Magician to seek out any abnormalities on Williams Street…

After a few minutes of contemplation, Klein conjured a pen and paper, preparing to use divination to confirm his theories.

After deliberating for a moment, he finally penned the sentence for the dream divination: “Baronet Rafter Pound’s current situation.”

After putting down his dark red fountain pen, Klein held the piece of paper with the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.

He first recalled the information he had regarding Rafter Pound before closing his eyes, chanting silently, and entering Cogitation.

Klein’s thoughts rapidly calmed down as he quickly entered a dream state.

In a gray world, disconnected scenes flashed past before finally fixating on Unit 29 on Sivellaus Street.

Inside the warm activity room, Rafter Pound was dressed in cotton pajamas, holding a wine cup with red liquid. He was standing silently by the window, looking at the Backlund police station headquarters diagonally across the street.

This baronet had gray sideburns and puffy eye sockets that were tainted with blackish-green colors. The wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes and mouth were so pronounced that it exceeded what someone in his forties should look like.

His pupils weren’t dilated in a very serious manner, but they were abnormal. His cheeks were flushed red as he had a furtive smile. He looked slightly abnormal compared to the last time Klein met him.

Indeed, something is wrong with him… Klein left the dream and began considering how he could deal with the evil spirit.

Without a doubt, he had his usual train of thought for such matters. Under the situation where he was unable to contact Miss Sharron, his first reaction was to report the matter!

But how should it be reported? Klein considered it seriously and conjured The World’s figure and made him pray.

“Through a reliable channel, pass this information to the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

and Intis are gathered at Williams Street

“Reward of 100 pounds.”

the King of Angels, Red Priest, the Medici family, or the Tudor Dynasty’s ruin would indeed garner the attention of the Churches and military, but it would also easily make Miss Magician, who reported

from Feysac and Intis are gathered at Williams Street” relatively milder, something which ordinary Beyonders had a chance of noticing, but it was also something that would make the Churches and the military

investigations, it was all thanks to their

This was because the evil spirit was suspected to be a King of Angels and was very

into a stream of light and transmitted it to the crimson

…

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

the response from Mr. World, she was

high-level spies from Feysac and Intis? she exclaimed to herself, believing that there was no way she could’ve inferred something like

believing that the reason why Mr. World had suspicions of abnormalities in Williams Street was precisely because he had received the corresponding intel of high-level spies. Once he confirmed the appearances of people from Feysac and Intis,

Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam? Isn’t that a euphemistic way of saying “report”… Unfortunately, I won’t be able to watch from the sideline, or I’m sure a

hand the matter of reporting the intel to

documents about her target, raising

and came over to the sofa. She handed over the

have a

slathered with a layer of cream. Without losing focus, she raised

this moment, Fors flipped her wrist, and the cake in her palm had turned

asked with a

couldn’t help but roll her

your performance.

you to do. 70 pounds.” Fors smiled as she

…

held a ritual in passing. He brought the radio transceiver, which had been placed above the gray fog for several days, back to his first-class

recover his

the dim room like a veil,

moral integrity or bottom line… Klein

loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, has arrived and would like to

would

is what a professional is like! In that instant, Klein

testing it. And it even threw in a question…

the illusory paper no longer produced

directly asked, “Where can I obtain a mystical