The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 124

Klein hid in the shadow of the building tens of meters away from the target building. He heard faint sounds of gunfire and the roar of strong winds.

If the enemy ran towards me, should I pull my weapon or should I pretend not to see it? He thought while shivering with coldness.

A Beyonder who can, through various means, cut off the lives of others is definitely not a Beyonder Order 9 or Order 8. They were definitely not someone that an Astrologer like him could contend with directly. Even if he sacrificed himself, he might not be able to slow down the target enough for Dunn and Leonard to chase after him.

Lucky Goddess Overnight, Disaster Lady, seemed to hear her 'faithful' guardian prayer'. No one ran towards the location where Klein was hiding.

After a few minutes, he heard a melodious song coming from the target building.

Tilting her ear to the side so she could hear better, Klein confirmed that it was a popular local song that Leonard Mitchell always sang. It was filled with basic words.

Phew. He breathed a sigh of relief. He held his weapon in one hand and his stick in the other. He then walked out of the shadows towards the target building.

A popular local song is a signal of a meeting he agreed with Dunn and the others!

Klein took two steps and suddenly stopped. He leaned his stick against the metal fence and turned his gun to the other hand.

Then, he took off the silver chain inside his sleeve and let the topaz pendant hang naturally.

Klein waited until the topas were stable and immediately closed his eyes and entered a state of Cogitation. He uttered a divination statement, "The previous singing was an illusion.

"The previous song was an illusion."

…

After repeating seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant spinning counterclockwise.

"It's not an illusion .." Klein put away his pendulum, grabbed his wand, and quickly approached the arch-shaped metal gate leading to the target building. He then handed the black stick to his right hand and held it with a revolver.

He reached out his hand to touch the fence, intending to push it open, but he suddenly felt a piercing chill. It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice into his neck without warning.

Klein hissed and jerked his hands back, his teeth clenched.

"It's like winter here .." Under the dim starlight and the distant street light, he looked through the garden behind the metal fence. He saw withered branches, falling flowers, and white frost-covered leaves on the brown ground.

Just incredible! Klein was amazed at his head. He bent his finger and tapped on his glabella to activate his Spirit Vision.

He returned his silver stick to his left hand and pushed it into the fence to open the closed gate.

The gate creaked, and he passed it to the side. He stepped onto the stone path that led directly to the grayish-blue building. On both sides of the path were crooked plants that looked like ghosts in the darkness.

The scene reminded Klein of various horror stories and paranormal films.

He involuntarily slowed his breathing and walked faster. However, after a few more steps, someone suddenly patted his left shoulder.

You idiot! You idiot! Klein's heart skipped a beat, then started pounding.

He raised his right hand, pointed his gun, and slowly turned to look.

In the dim light, he saw a thin branch that was about to fall off.

"This is what we call 'frightening to ourselves'?" Klein moved the corner of his lips, waved his wand, and dropped the branch.

He continued moving forward as a faint sobbing sounded in his ears. "A blurry and translucent "shadow" appeared before his eyes.

These shadows had swarmed after feeling the breath of the living and the warmth of flesh and blood.

Klein jumped in fright and immediately ran to the door of the grayish-blue building.

This is what the Captain meant by "feeling the atmosphere?" It's a lot scarier than the last time I helped Sir Deweyville. He did not take the initiative to attack back then.He thought as he walked towards the altar in the middle of the living room. It was a round table full of roughly made dolls. Three unlit candles stood in the middle of the doll.

Dunn Smith was standing right in front of the altar with his back to Klein. He took one doll after another and looked at them.

Corpse Collector Frye looked at the floating shadows and extended his hand in an attempt to comfort them, but all his hands did was pass them helplessly. The shadow did not attack him, seemingly recognizing him as one of them.

When Leonard Mitchell noticed Klein's arrival, he changed his tone, changing his voice to a softer yet charming one.

"Pulliness is a morning without sound,

"Quiet to adjust for quieter sadness.

“And only through faded leaves,

"Formers break up to ground 1."

…

In a soothing reading of the poem, Klein appears to see a clear lake reflecting the moonlight and a red moon hanging quietly, high in the sky.

The restless shadow calmed down and stopped chasing the warm breaths of Nighthawks living among them.

Dunn put the doll in her hands, turned around, and said to Klein, "This is a ceremony for a terrible curse. Lucky we destroyed it.

"First prepare a ritual to comfort the remaining spirits, then try communicating with the spirits of the dead and see if you can get a clue from them."

Klein, who realized that he was no longer a burden, immediately stretched out his chest and said, "Yes, Captain."

He reached the altar in a few steps and extended his hand to sweep the puppet from the round table.

At that moment, he noticed from the corner of his eye that each doll had a corresponding name and message.

Then, he glanced at Dunn as Dunn looked at him. Both silent.

I'm so stupid.Why should I ask a question that tests Captain's memory! Klein almost covered his face and sighed.

If it was another boss, they would definitely find an opportunity to make my life difficult because of this. Fortunately, the Captain will forget this.. I wonder if it was a gain or a loss? He thought, half happy, half joking.

After a brief silence, Dunn seems finally able to distinguish reality from the dream world. He replied, "There's someone you know."

"Who?" Klein stopped, his hand still outstretched to put the candle back where it should be.

"Joyce Mayer, a survivor of the Alfalfa tragedy," Dunn replied briefly.

Joyce Mayer's? Anna's fiancee Klein suddenly remembers Salus at work. He seems to have been incited and misled by someone, causing him to vent his anger and set fires.

Klein pulled out his right hand and said in a deep voice, "Tris instigator?"

"He used his cut life as a sacrifice, intending to condemn all the survivors of the Alfalfa tragedy? Because he doesn't know who uncovered his involvement and made a police report…"

If Tris were to take revenge directly, it would be impossible to annihilate all the targets scattered throughout Tingen. After two or three murders, he will be noticed by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind. Then, he would lose the chance to continue his killing. Klein filled the void as to why Tris started all of this.

Dunn nodded first, then shook her head.

"Not all survived, but only the survivors at Tingen. His curse ritual could only affect people within this range."

"At the same time, the host was a girl, not Tris."

Klein furrowed his brows and asked, "Maybe it was an expert that the Theosophical Order had sent to help Tris?

"Yes, the origin of the Theosophical Order probably involves the Demon Sect. It's quite normal for their expert to be a woman."

Dunn smiled and said in a deep voice, "I agree with your assessment. Even though we only met the woman and not Tris, there are conjectures we can make. Like, women and Tris don't live together. Or, it was Tris looking for someone who was about to die."

Klein said nothing more. He placed three candles in place, took out the Full Moon Essence Oil, red sandalwood, and other materials, and arranged the altar quickly.

After she used a silver dagger to make the walls covered, she began to pray to the Goddess of Overnight, the Mistress of Silence and Silence. He prayed that the shadows inside and outside the house would be fully comforted.

Unfortunately, in subsequent attempts to communicate with the spirits of the dead, Klein could only see a little of what the spirits had seen before their deaths. There are no useful clues.

After calming the shadows into a deep sleep on a dark night, he ended the ceremony and removed the walls of spirituality. He shook his head and told the others,

"The shots from the disturbed ritual caused severe damage and the rest of the host's image was lost."

Dunn wasn't surprised. He pointed to the stairs and said, "Let's take a look around on the second floor and try again."

"okay." Klein, Leonard, and Frye nodded in agreement.

The three Nighthawks climbed the stairs to the second floor and parted ways to search in each room.

In the end, they met in a bedroom filled with a faint fragrance. They saw the messy dresses lying around and opened the boxes.

Dunn took a box from the dressing table and kissed it before asking, "Is this cosmetic?"

"To be exact, it is a skin care product. Since Emperor Roselle, they have not been equated with broad terms" Leonard explained with a smile. "Captain, as a gentleman, there are a few things you should know."

Klein did not join their discussion but directed his gaze to the mirror at the dressing table.

There was a clear crack in the mirror, and there were fragments on the carpet beneath.

"The Beyonder left in a hurry. He did not destroy it completely ..." he suddenly said in a deep voice. "Maybe I can try."

"I'll hand it to you" Dunn replied confidently.

Klein quickly brought the candle from the first floor and lit it in front of the broken mirror.

Under the dim, twinkling light of the candle, he took out an item like Full Moon Essence to create a wall of spirituality.

After Klein prepared everything, he stood in front of a mirror that reflected the light of the three candles and chanted Hermes,

"i pray for the power of the dark night.

"i pray for the power of mystery.

"i pray for the grace of the Goddess.

"i pray that the mirror receives a short recovery, I pray that it shows everyone that it was reflected in the past month."

…

As the mantra was being recited, a strong wind suddenly howled within the walls of spirituality.

The shattered mirror pieces swirled from the ground and returned to their original location.

The mirror covered in cracks suddenly rippled with a gloomy brilliance. Klein wiped his hands on it and a human figure suddenly appeared in the frame. But that figure is not Klein.

It was a soft and sweet looking young girl with a round face. Perhaps because the mirror broke or perhaps because of the backlash from the interrupted ritual it also affected the second floor. His facial features were blurry and his original appearance was not very clear.

But even so, Klein found that person very familiar.

Adapted from "In Memoriam AHH OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII:11" by Alfred Tennyson