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.

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

small glass of iced wine from Maygur Manor and drank it in one

peas, baked potato skins, and

eaten had already been maintained for a long period of time. It had vanished into thin air, but Klein’s stomach and body were numbed

food were replenished. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted to the end

pulling out a cup from the void. Inside was

the spoon to scoop the ice-cream into

of ice-cream from the Historical Void. As such,

reached out his hand for the sixth time, Amon, who

fate has had an abnormal change.

“Is this your preparation?”

right hand immediately froze in midair. His

in the darkness around them, where the lanterns couldn’t

a hundred Worms of Spirit in one go, hoping that one of them would be lucky enough to

the heels of that, behind the coffee table, a figure wearing a black coat and no hat was

like glass that had

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

the next second, the one hundred marionettes, along with the Klein, who had hidden somewhere,

moment, they were all

was the ability of Bizarro Sorcerers, the source of

was independent, so there was no influence each

had recovered to “Her” peak state in the Tudor Ruins. Due

still sitting leisurely in “His” spot. “His” monocle emitted a faint glow

being retracted, none of his hundred

Amon raised “His” right hand and

that was as huge as a castle appeared. It was wearing a dark and complicated long dress, bound

Ancient Bane Reinette Tinekerr!

the historical image that was

immediately reflected the figures of Klein’s

the state of a monster, emitted a faint glow, turning into homed mountain goats,

Transformation Curse!

of the flames that rose up from the animal hide lantern. He

a stroll after a meal

mention anything about his attempt to escape, as if nothing had

relaxed posture and nodded

books written by humans. There are indeed

“He” raised “His” hand and pointed at the projection of

“This is your messenger?”

something that could be easily confirmed, so Klein didn’t hide it. He tersely

pity.” Amon sized up Reinette Tinekerr’s projection and shook his head with a