Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1157 Poise

Klein pressed down on the grayish-white wall and slowly sat up straight. He smiled and shook his head.

“Before I fill my stomach, my brain refuses to work.”

He was speaking the truth, and also a lie. This was because, before becoming a complete Mythical Creature, a saint would still be hungry and thirsty. But to a Sequence 3 demigod, not eating or drinking for half a month wasn’t a problem. As for a whole Mythical Creature, eating was only a hobby, not a necessity.

What he wanted to express was that, before he officially made attempts at escaping, he needed to be in optimal condition.

“The habit of a Magician,” Amon commented with a smile. “I’m not in charge of providing food, but you can think of a solution yourself.”

Looking at the lantern on the ground, Klein thought for a few seconds before reaching out his right hand into the air.

A not-so-tall coffee table immediately appeared in front of him. It was an item from the residence belonging to Dwayne Dantes.

Under the dim yellow light, Klein reached out once again to summon a beautifully packaged box from the Historical Void.

Inside the box was a set of cutlery, including a knife, fork, and cup.

The reason why he chose this item was because he couldn’t form a set of cutlery by individually summoning them. He could only maintain three images from the Historical Void at the same time.

After setting up the cutlery in a leisure manner, Klein politely turned his head to the side and nodded at the pointed hat-wearing Amon. Following that, he summoned a medium-well done steak covered in black pepper sauce.

It landed on the porcelain plate, emitting some steam. With him slicing the steak with the knife, he revealed the remaining edge of the pink protein.

Klein forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt that the texture was real and the texture was succulent. It wasn’t fake at all as it really calmed the anxiety of his stomach.

“For fifteen minutes, not only will I not feel hungry, but I will also receive ‘real’ provisions.” After swallowing the piece of beef, Klein smiled and introduced it to Amon like a hospitable host, and not a pitiful Beyonder who had been kidnapped.

Amon pressed against the crystal monocle and nodded with a smile.

“I’ve tried it. It’s not bad.

“Your ability to adapt is really quick. Are you really not considering being my Blessed?”

After cutting another chunk of beef, Klein forked it up and replied as though he was chatting with a friend:

“Kill me.”

At that moment, the relative frequent lightning and endless darkness ruled the land. Wherever the light from the surroundings couldn’t shine on, eyes were staring at the area with zero emotion. The twisted, dark-red grass gently swayed in the occasional breeze.

In the half-collapsed building, the dim yellow light painted the artistic coffee table and the exquisite cutlery with warm colors. The aroma of the steak wafted in the air, not showing any contrast with the outside world that was continuously connected to it.

gaze of the terrifying monsters in the depths of the darkness, Klein enjoyed a sumptuous meal in a refined and poised manner in the desolate land that was soaked in

his steak, he summoned a small glass of iced wine from Maygur Manor and

cream soup, pan-fried cod, tender lamb stew with peas, baked potato skins, and

maintained for a long period of time. It had vanished into thin air, but

the coffee table and food were replenished. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted to the end of

out his hand, pulling out a cup from the void. Inside

the spoon to scoop the ice-cream into his mouth,

from the Historical Void.

reached out his hand for the sixth time, Amon, who was sitting on his side,

has had an

“Is this your preparation?”

immediately froze in midair. His pupils

the lanterns couldn’t shine, strange creatures

out a hundred Worms of Spirit in one go, hoping that one of them would

wearing a black coat and no hat was replaced with a

like glass that had been smashed to the

quickly returned to the Historical Void, just in case it affected Klein’s subsequent

marionettes, along with the Klein, who had hidden somewhere, reached out to grab at the void. He attempted to avoid Amon’s

moment, they were all

of Bizarro Sorcerers, the source

the chances of success of each marionette summoning was independent, so there was no influence each had with the

the projection that Klein was summoning was the projection of Reinette Tinekerr who had recovered to “Her” peak state in the Tudor Ruins. Due

spot. “His” monocle emitted a faint glow as “He” watched the 101

hands reaching out in an orderly manner before being retracted, none of his hundred marionettes succeeded. He didn’t

moment, Amon raised “His” right hand

slightly, and “He” casually pulled it back. Outside the half-collapsed building, a huge cloth doll that was

Ancient Bane Reinette Tinekerr!

had stolen the historical image that was summoned

eyes immediately reflected the figures

sound, the marionettes, that were either disguised with Klein’s appearance or in the state of a monster, emitted a faint glow, turning into homed mountain

Transformation Curse!

the animal hide lantern. He looked

a meal

attempt to escape, as if nothing had

maintained “His” relaxed posture

quite a number of books written by humans. There

that said, “He” raised “His” hand and pointed at the projection of Reinette

“This is your messenger?”

could be easily confirmed, so Klein

a pity.” Amon sized up Reinette Tinekerr’s