Lord of the Mysteries

Klein turned his gaze to the forest where light could hardly penetrate through its denseness, having gained a rough idea of where he was.

This was the Waning Forest which Groselle guarded when he was at the Giant King’s Court.

The trees in the forest were tens of meters tall, and the thickness of the trees was the arm span of several giants. However, their barks were mottled with signs of rot everywhere. The leaves and twigs were mostly withered and dropping as they interwove with each other like a dark cloud floating in midair.

Groselle and similar-looking giants guarded the boundary of the forest, either carrying axes or broadswords, fully concentrating on defending the area.

According to Groselle, this Waning Forest has the bodies of Giant King Aurmir’s father and mother buried in it. Apart from this ancient god, no one else is allowed to step inside, including these guards… Yes, Giant King Aurmir’s parents should be so-called original giants, the kind that was the craziest, cruelest, and most ferocious. Perhaps… Eh, why would Groselle have such a dream? As Klein was in thought, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

According to his random conversations in Pessote, the present Groselle was a native giant who had nothing to do with the Giant King’s Court.

Therefore, having such a dream made it appear rather abnormal!

From the Psychology Alchemists’ theory which Ma’am Daly and Miss Justice have discussed before, perhaps the book world will use or clone the original character’s subconscious or collective subconscious when creating a character. Then, it would make minor changes, making the consciousness fulfill the required settings. Therefore, Groselle’s dream will be influenced by his subconscious, reproducing life in the Giant King’s Court… if that’s the case, it can only be said that this book is a cruel author… The moment Klein thought of this, he suddenly had an idea. He felt that this was an opportunity for him to gather relevant information on the Giant King’s Court.

He previously planned on directly learning about such matters through Groselle. But in order to keep his promise, the Giant Guardian had died in the battle with King of the North Ulyssan. After his Spirit Body left the book world, it quickly dissipated without giving him any chance of communicating. Now, he finally had another method, which was to explore Groselle’s dream.

There had to be parts of it that were ridiculous or exaggerated, but the remaining content had to be a true reflection of reality. As long as an approach of careful study is employed, it’s not impossible to distinguish the two.

Groselle never entered the Waning Forest, so the scenes inside must stem from his imagination. There’s no need to explore it… Klein slowly cast his gaze onto the mountain where the king’s court was.

It wasn’t tall, which meant that the Waning Forest was on a mountain rather close to the king’s court. It was probably just a straight path from there to the ancient god’s residence.

Klein didn’t waste time searching as he walked straight to Groselle and acted like he knew him well. He asked in a relaxed tone, “How should I return to the king’s court?”

He knew that Groselle was an honest giant, and he would only be more honest in his dream.

Groselle raised his hand to scratch the back of his head as he looked down with a confused look. He said with a smile, “Isn’t it simply by taking the Barren Tunnel?”

ahead and added, “You’ll see it when

Klein sighed as

his head again, muttering to himself in confusion, “Who is he? Why

circling a boulder that protruded out the mountain, the scene opened up before Klein’s eyes. A gigantic cave at least thirty

high nose, and plush lips. It looked like a giant’s

as Klein approached, the

are you returning to the king’s court ahead of

intelligence level of all the living beings in this

lips on the stele opened and closed as it let out a humming

a question; otherwise, you shall not

only I brought along Arrodes, it should be rather fun to see what

“Okay.”

for three seconds before

you to judge which of them is most

is completely different from the magic mirror’s style… Klein’s lips quivered as his mind raced. Using nearly ten seconds, he answered, “My intelligence is insufficient to determine this matter. I will assign someone who is

I answer something that can get me killed? He gritted his teeth as he

person?” The giant’s face on the stele

solemnly answered, “Of

a moment before it said, “Alright, I’ll consider it as

immediately crossed the strange stele and

had been weathered. The sides and top of the cave were filled with murals, speaking of stories of the giants and dragons battling the demonic wolves, mutants, devils, and phoenixes. The drawing style was crude and the color choice was dark.

discovered that there were swaths of withered weeds, as well as all kinds of coarse gravel in between the stone panels and the bottom

lack of water and the decline of

time, Klein saw a huge grayish-blue open door. Standing on each side of the door was

and the others. They wore solid and beautiful iron-black armor and firm, exquisite helms. They looked like two huge

and allowed him to pass through the door and

be seen clearly, and it

observing his environment, he suddenly halted. Then, the hall seemed to be pulled

footing. All he saw were grayish-black walls flashing by as they kept