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?”

a muddled state, “We are

the Black Skeleton Gang to grasp various intel and obtain funds. Apart from that, we also have another mission. It is to

collection is a mask taken out

infiltrate during one of the balls and banquets he hosts. And Richardson is an

easy to infiltrate… Only short-term employments will be made

had mentioned that some nobles who are financially tight will sell lots of their lands and manors, and also dismiss nearly all their servants, leaving fewer than ten to serve them, so as to barely maintain a decent lifestyle.

last name to be Eggers… Unfortunately, I don’t wish to be disturbed by any accidents at the moment; otherwise,

you

a manor in East Balam. Back then, we were both

but become believers of Death in such a life. We secretly joined an organization that had a lot of influence among

mother passed away from an illness, and he was brought to Backlund,

H-he actually forgot about his mother’s death and the abuse

employers, but how could he have guessed that his former

harm others. However, Richardson and I are two different kinds of people… In the room, Klein closed his eyes

believe in Death will obtain eternal life in the Underworld once they leave the real world that’s filled with pain

It’s a branch of the Numinous Episcopate… As

obtained plenty of information regarding the Eternal Life Society, East Balam Nation Reestablishment Society, and the Black Skull Gang while confirming that

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

the servants in 160 Böklund Street, who were wielding double-barreled hunting rifles, were no longer as vigilant while doing their patrolling rounds. They

a ritual to summon and respond to himself. With Azik’s copper whistle, the iron cigar case, and Creeping Hunger, he silently left his residence in

eighty meters. By using his marionette to possess this “hostage,” he made him circle to another

an hour later, Godotpos returned to the headquarters of the Black Skeleton Gang, a tiny house situated near

were sent from the

the door, and he said to a member who came towards him, “Richardson

shot Godotpos a glance, made way for him, and gave him

of rifles stacked in the corner of the house. A few of the top

smoke?” The member from

a cigarette fashioned to the preferences of the Southern Continent. They were made from dried tobacco leaves mixed with tiny amounts

cigarette and casually picked up a box of matchsticks from the table, took out a

threw the few burning matchsticks to

“…”

Godotpos with a dumbfounded look, momentarily

Rumble!

public bench dozens of meters away, Klein sat there as the flames blazed behind him, a