Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 830: Infiltration

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The mirror on Klein’s pillow glowed with an aqueous luster as silver points of light gathered to form Loenese words:

“Exalted Great Master, your loyal and humble servant, Arrodes, is constantly at your service!”

Klein stood beside the bed and looked at the mirror before calmly asking, “Where is the Antigonus family’s notebook located behind Saint Samuel Cathedral’s Chanis Gate?”

He wanted to confirm the location so that he could directly head for his target and complete his plan in the shortest time possible. Through this, he could avoid all kinds of accidents.

Silver text distorted and changed on the mirror’s surface, forming a new line of text:

“It’s a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. It will be on the right in basement two. I can’t see anything more specific.”

Klein tersely acknowledged as he said, “It’s your turn to ask.”

Arrodes immediately dispersed the silver words and presented a new question:

“What other instructions do you have?”

If this were any other time, Klein definitely would’ve secretly tsked, but his high-strung mind made him nod.

“Just watch over my illusion like before to deal with any accidents.”

“Alright, Master!” Arrodes didn’t hesitate to give an answer as it hurriedly added, “I-I will hold back my instincts. I swear to you, the great ruler above the spirit world!”

Klein nodded gently, took two steps forward, and made the mirror look like Dwayne Dantès.

The image became clearer and bigger until it looked real.

After some slight adjustments, Klein made it lie in bed as though it was already sleeping.

At this moment, he saw Dwayne Dantès turned his head over and smile at him with a toady look. At the same time, he reached out his hands and pulled the blanket towards his head.

“…”

adventurer, Gehrman Sparrow, as Creeping Hunger on his left hand

Samuel Cathedral was. Following that, he walked to the square filled with pigeons in the day, and he hid himself in a

long, servants began leaving the cathedral with all sorts of miscellaneous items, walking to the trash bins in an alley. A number of people were dealing with the feces that was found at the spot where the

body suddenly trembled before he bowed his head. He seriously began cleaning the area, and he even proactively walked towards the square as though he wanted to clean the trash there. He slowly opened up a

other servants stopped placing their attention on him, a hand suddenly outlined itself and reached out of the void, grabbing him by the

in East Borough. He had Teleported over a few days ago

his life every time… Klein lampooned to relieve his anxiety as he made the servant lie

it and pulled out the stopper before gulping down the soporific medicine in it. In a few seconds, he fell into a deep slumber as Senor

on the bed as his body suddenly softened like he

collapse into a pool. After some swaying, he instantly shortened his height by fifteen centimeters as his

this moment, Senor had

wasting any time, Klein quickly changed into those clothes and moved the items from the iron cigar case

made Senor return to the gold coin before Klein lowered his left arm and spread

the shadowy corner, Klein bent his back and began cleaning the area seriously. Step by step, he approached the busy servants but

entered Saint

distance away from the priests, a servant stretched his arms and said,

uninterested in the conversation due to his fatigue as

of two rather big rooms,

loss. He didn’t know

his spiritual intuition on matters that didn’t involve Beyonders or mysterious domains. Furthermore, he was still holding onto a broom. Hence, he

by placing the broom in the region behind the door. Then, he went outside to the common bathroom to wash his face, rinse his mouth, and

the bed that belonged to him revealed itself—the

Klein finally felt relieved as he secretly sighed in

exhausted and before long,

shape, he stuffed it inside the iron cigar case, putting it

to sleep due to anxiety. All he could do was rely on Cogitation to force himself to sleep for

a

melded with the surroundings as the Spirit Body Threads collapsed inwardly, gradually turning black without any

glass windows high above and the bright stone floor tiles to

core seal think of it as one of its own, it definitely would’ve reacted and cleansed

a Wraith have the ability to move

from the core seal and the disruption from the Paper Angel, the demigod-level archbishop that

Senor slowly walked to the

had long figured out the roster, so he