Lord of the Mysteries

At the gates, Walter used the light from the street lamps and discovered no one was outside through the gaps. The street was silent.

For an instant, Walter suspected if he had heard wrong and that the doorbell hadn’t rung!

He composed himself, and he quickly walked to the servant quarters at the back of the compound. He woke up a few servants and got them to carry double-barreled hunting rifles to begin patrolling the main building so as to prevent any bandits or burglars from infiltrating.

Walter didn’t immediately get the police, because nothing had happened yet. The doorbell from earlier might’ve been a prank from a tramp.

Meanwhile, under the nearby sewers, the infiltrator was holding onto the metal handles as he slowly headed down into the unlit area.

He soon came to a halt, leaned back onto the moss-covered wall, and slowly slid down to sit down on the dirty ground.

His eyes closed again as though he was still in an unconscious state. In front of him, a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat instantly appeared. He was none other than Klein’s marionette, Wraith Senor.

Senor bent down, rummaged through the infiltrator’s pockets and found 7 soli and 11 pence, as well as tiny cloth bags containing different kinds of powders.

Inside the room, Klein remotely controlled his marionette from dozens of meters away. As he identified the powder, he discovered that his theories were correct. They were all herbal powder in the Death domain. And a portion of them could be used for spirit channeling!

He was very likely to be a Beyonder from the Corpse Collector pathway that hailed from Balam. Even if he hadn’t reached Sequence 7 Spirit Medium, it was very normal for him to prepare the corresponding herbal powders, essential oils, and extract. After all, these materials weren’t only used for spirit channeling.

Immediately, Klein controlled Senor to set up a ritual to pray to The Fool.

Then, he went above the gray fog to respond, allowing Senor to complete what followed.

After doing all of this, he returned to the real world and continued controlling Senor, allowing him to channel the spirit.

Passing through a storm of glimmers, Klein saw the infiltrator’s spirit. He appeared listless, blurry, and translucent.

“What’s your name? What faction do you belong to?” Senor asked with a deep voice.

The infiltrator answered blankly, “Godotpos. I belong to the Black Skeleton Gang.”

Black Skeleton Gang. I believe it’s a gang that’s active around the border of East Borough and the dock area close to the Backlund Bridge area. It’s mainly filled with people of Balam heritage. Although they aren’t as barbaric and boorish as the Zmanger Gang, they aren’t strangers to violence… As Klein recalled the intelligence he had previously gathered, he made Senor continue asking:

“What do you mainly do? Why are you looking for Richardson?”

in a muddled state, “We

from that, we also have another

collection is a mask taken out from the Eggers family mausoleum. This family

the balls and banquets he hosts. And Richardson is an excellent choice. He has no

It’s obviously not easy to infiltrate… Only short-term employments will

ten to serve them, so as to barely maintain a decent lifestyle. When there are large-scale balls or banquets that require manpower, they would

of Death’s family. I recall Mr. Azik’s last name to be Eggers… Unfortunately, I don’t wish to be disturbed by any accidents at the moment; otherwise, I might’ve come up with a way

do you

know each other at a

people who secretly spread the faith of Death. Richardson, his mother, and I couldn’t help but become believers of Death in such

Backlund, while I stayed in East Balam before I found an opportunity

Backlund, and I chanced upon Richardson. H-he actually forgot about his mother’s death and the abuse he had once received. He forgot his faith towards God, and

kept switching employers, but how could

In the room, Klein closed his eyes and made Senor ask in a deep voice, “What’s the organization that is very influential among the

moment and said, “The Eternal Life Society. Those who believe in Death will obtain eternal life in the Underworld once they leave the real

aware of this. It’s a branch of the Numinous Episcopate… As a former Nighthawk, Klein knew quite

Life Society, East Balam Nation Reestablishment Society, and the Black Skull

the spirit channeling and clearing up any traces, he waited thirty minutes before letting the Wraith enter Godotpos’s body, controlling him to climb

were no longer as vigilant

anything as he continued sleeping in his master bedroom. However, he had already set up a ritual to summon and respond to himself. With Azik’s copper whistle, the iron cigar

using his marionette to possess this “hostage,” he made him circle

the headquarters of the Black Skeleton Gang, a

were sent from the East Balam Nation Reestablishment Society. They formed the

the door, and

member inattentively shot Godotpos a glance, made way for

a bunch of rifles stacked in the corner of the house. A few of the top brass of the

want a smoke?” The member

Continent. They were made from dried tobacco leaves mixed with tiny

and casually picked up a box of matchsticks from

burning matchsticks to the corner where

“…”

a dumbfounded look, momentarily at a loss as to what

Rumble!

there as the flames blazed behind him, a hot