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.

darkness, Klein enjoyed a sumptuous meal in a refined and poised manner in the desolate land that was soaked

glass of iced wine from Maygur Manor and drank it in

and all sorts of grape wines were

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

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

out his hand, pulling out a cup from the void. Inside was a ball of vanilla

spoon to scoop the ice-cream into his mouth, feeling it melt with its delicious

another ball of ice-cream from the Historical Void. As such, he ate five different flavors of ice-cream

the sixth time, Amon, who

an abnormal

“Is this your preparation?”

midair. His pupils seemed to dilate to

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

a hundred Worms of Spirit in one go,

coffee table, a figure wearing a black

cutlery shattered like glass that had been smashed to the ground. Countless cracks appeared and

Void, just in case it affected Klein’s subsequent summoning

hundred marionettes, along with the Klein, who had hidden somewhere, reached out to grab at the

were

Bizarro Sorcerers, the

chances of success of each marionette summoning was independent, so

was the projection of Reinette Tinekerr who had recovered to “Her” peak state in the Tudor Ruins. Due to the contract and charms, “She” was the easiest angel projection

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

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

right hand and also grabbed ahead

casually pulled it back. Outside the half-collapsed building, a huge cloth doll that was as huge as a castle appeared. It was wearing a dark

Ancient Bane Reinette Tinekerr!

historical image that was summoned by

immediately reflected

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

Transformation Curse!

he walked out of the flames that rose up from the animal hide lantern. He looked at the various animals that

stroll after a meal

mention anything about his attempt to escape, as

maintained “His” relaxed

written by humans. There are indeed such opinions among

raised “His” hand and pointed

“This is your messenger?”

could be easily confirmed, so Klein

Amon sized up Reinette Tinekerr’s