Lord of the Mysteries

No way. I haven’t gone anywhere… Has the far-reaching hands of trouble come on its own? Klein revealed a grimace that didn’t match Gehrman Sparrow’s persona. He nearly drew a gasp.

The only thing stopping him from doing that was because it would cause quite a stir, making “trouble” discover his hiding spot!

No longer a green Nighthawk, he rapidly made up his mind. He held his breath, slowly stood up, and moved to the side of the metal gate, without a sound. He secretly and silently looked in the direction of the incoming footsteps.

He believed that, since hiding and avoiding it wasn’t necessary useful, he had to determine the danger revolving around the situation so as to make the best choice!

The two miniature suns in his eyes dimmed as Klein waited for nearly a minute as he heard the footsteps turn heavier and clearer. Following that, he heard the clanking sound of a metallic gate slamming into the wall.

Following that, he saw a towering figure appear on the right of the corridor.

The figure was nearly 2.5 meters tall and wore black, full-body armor. The cold feeling it exuded seemed corporeal like a gigantic knight.

His aura was converged, and he was staid like the deep sea. In the space where his eyes were, there were two deep-red glows that flickered. In his hand was a long and broad black sword.

Creak!

He pushed open the metal gate to a cell and stepped in. He circled the cell, seemingly in search of something.

Man… Is he trying to find a particular prisoner? I’ll definitely be discovered if this continues… Klein hesitated for a moment and wondered if he should leave the cell and search for a way out before the figure came close, or to sneak an attack to finish the target in a clean swoop before continuing to huddle in a corner to await the end of the dream.

After judging how much time he had left to think, Klein quickly took off the topaz pendant on his left wrist and began divining with a voice that perhaps only he could hear.

“That knight from before is very strong.”

After quickly repeating it seven times, Klein opened his eyes to see the topaz pendant turning clockwise at a high frequency and large amplitudes.

This meant that the target was an extremely dangerous existence!

Without any hesitation or time to hesitate, Klein used the Beyonder powers of a Clown and controlled his muscles to pull open the metal gates without causing any additional stimulation.

Then, he took the opportunity when the black-armored entity entered another cell, to gently walk out into the corridor and rapidly headed left with his body crouched.

In the immense darkness, as he listened for any commotion behind him, he maintained his stealthy and swift motions, quickly making a bend and arriving at a metal gate which opened outwards. It looked like an exit.

Attempting to push and pull, Klein discovered that the metal gates weren’t heavy, but it had been locked.

After two seconds of thought, he took out the key he picked up inside his cell, inserted it, and twisted it without holding out much hope.

A light click of a latch opening sounded as the metal gates unlocked.

That works? Although it’s a dream, you can’t just have a randomly picked up key be an important item… I originally planned on folding some paper to insert into the keyhole and repeatedly slice at it, bit by bit… Klein slowly pushed open the door as he lampooned while thinking in puzzlement.

To his disappointment, what stood behind the metal gates wasn’t the exit but a hall filled with junk.

passing, he locked it again and circled around the items randomly strewn around, in search of a possible door

inconspicuous black wooden door in a corner. Therefore, he carefully

a storage room, and on the right was a full-body mirror. And to its

to take hold of the initiative in a limited fashion. Therefore,

gather information on the general situation, so as to determine where to engage in combat

wearing a short linen robe hurriedly but softly asked. Its voice was filled with despair and

Klein succinctly

night vision to discern the

weathered face. He had wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes and mouth, but his hair was raven-black and lustrous. There wasn’t

distorted due to the pain. His rarely seen pure black eyes were filled with unconcealed surprise and

“Adventurer?

you be

was difficult to discern whether he was considered young or old. He stood by the entrance

is a necessary form of

sizing him up from before had made him grasp the man’s features. Apart from the discordant hair and the wrinkles,

as he worriedly

best you close the door. We cannot be caught by that devil;

his face clearly twitched as though he had

extended his hand back to

heaved a sigh of relief and

I

name is Leomaster, an

of it, you aren’t a devotee of any of the seven deities.” Klein discovered a problem with

of the Church of Sun

“That’s right. I worship the original Creator. ‘He’ is an omnipotent and omniscient existence, the source of

Klein’s first

denominations in the Northern and Southern Continents. There’s quite a number of people who believe in the original Creator… Klein deliberated

you end up

sleeps. ‘His’ sacred mountain is hidden somewhere there.

We were caught by

opportunity to escape the cell

“Do you know the name of that devil?

saying in a somewhat puzzled manner. “I do not know his exact name, but many pilgrims seem to know him. They call him the Saint

dream? From the outcome of my divination, it’s likely the latter. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be that dangerous… Klein was about to continue asking which organization Leomaster was from and determine the Beyonder powers of the Saint of Darkness when he suddenly

who was in a dangerous dream, carefully walked over and planned on using

seemed to sense Klein’s intention as he cried out softly in horror. “Without it,

Klein looked at the mirror again

One of them was Leomaster with his numerous wrinkles and raven-black hair. The other was the thin-faced, black-haired and brown-eyed Gehrman Sparrow

even though Klein didn’t make any movements. He

mirror’s surface suddenly rippled as a hand reached

out of the mirror. His face was tainted with an obvious sinisterness due to the

Gehrman Sparrow; therefore, you failed to scare me… If Zhou Mingrui came out of the mirror, I might’ve been woken up out of fright…