The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 141's

The exhausted Klein removed the tightly shut walls of spirituality, allowing a cool breeze to blow into his face. The smell of grass and trees brought by the wind makes it fresh again.

He rubbed the warm and classic Closed Artifact 3-0782 with his hand and sighed to himself.

"Who would have thought there would be a drop of god blood on this emblem? I must assume that the experts from the Eternal Blazing Sun Church must have tried to search for this item in the past, but were unable to find it. …”

Klein stretched his neck. He did not dare to try the others, keeping the Sacred Emblem of the Mutated Sun in the inner pocket of his jacket.

His hand followed the chain and took out a pocket watch of silver vine leaves. He opened it to see that there was still about an hour before Frye's Corpse Collector's shift.

I need two matches to support my eyelids. This is a side effect of that near-death experience! Klein had no other ideas. All he could do was take out a small metal bottle from a small hidden pocket. He unscrewed the bottle and carried it near his nose.

A pungent odor, a mixture of mint and disinfectant, quickly entered his nose, leaving Klein goosebumps. His senses flinched, making him forget his fatigue for a while.

He had learned the formula from Frye's Corpse Collector. It was called Quelaag Oil, and it could help one ignore the smell of a rotting corpse, as well as refresh and clear the mind.

The next hour was like torture. Klein paced around from time to time, and was bitten by mosquitoes in the forest several times.

Finally, he saw Frye who had black hair and blue eyes walking out of the city wearing a jacket and holding a cane.

Although Frye still looked like an undead, Klein felt as if he was looking at his savior. He closed his mouth and yawned, making his eyes glaze over. He walked over and took out a Closed Artifact 3-0782 from his pocket.

"What's going on?" asked Frye while looking at the pale face of his partner.

Klein sighed and said, "i just did my shift at Chanis Gate the night before and didn't sleep too well in the morning, so I'm very tired."

He did not elaborate further and changed the subject. "Should I come for the next shift four hours from now?"

"Seven hours. Captain doesn't need to sleep at night." Frye took the Sacred Emblem of the Mutated Sun.

I'm glad someone's happy to stay up late. Klein taunts the Captain slowly. He said goodbye to Frye and walked towards the city.

On the way back to the inn, he took out his pocket watch again and checked the time.

Hmm, ten minutes earlier than we arranged. What a good person Klein laughed and walked faster. He returned to the inn and opened the half-closed door. The boss watched him as he walked to the second floor before he entered his room.

He took off his coat and shoes after locking the door. He did not shower, but instead fell straight into bed.

His breathing became heavy in just a few seconds, then long and peaceful.

In his dream, Klein returns to Earth where he plays a game he has never beaten. A cup of soda and a plate of spicy chicken wings are on his left. On his right was a bowl of rice and bitter bamboo shoot meat soup.

She doesn't like bitter bamboo shoots, but she likes soup with slices of meat. The refreshing taste and a little fat from the meat is very tempting, a perfect complement to the rice.

He can eat an extra bowl of rice if paired with a good sauce!

As Klein was about to enjoy his dinner and continue his game, his dream changed again, giving him the internal layout of 2 Daffodil Street.

Klein suddenly became alert, aware that he was dreaming.

He saw himself sitting on the side of the dining table, with a copy of the Tingen Daily Tribune in his hand. In front of him was a bowl of tomato oxtail soup, fried lamb, mashed potatoes, and whole grain bread.

He subconsciously turned to look at the door, suddenly seeing a figure standing outside the living room window, silently gazing into the house!

Klein surprised. He immediately recognized the gray-eyed Dunn. Half his face was stuck near the window as he silently watched the people inside.

… Captain, can you scare someone in their dreams? Is this how you act as a Nightmare? Klein thought, finding humor in his frustration. He took a mouthful of soup and put it in his mouth.

Ah, this is my cooking! He breathed on himself. He understood why he had suddenly become wary in his dream, why the sight of him on Earth had disappeared.

He would naturally come to his senses when someone barged into his dream!

At this time, Dunn left her place near the oriel window and immediately entered the house. In his black jacket, he came silently in front of Klein.

He took off his hat and nodded before sitting down. He did not stand at the ceremony, picked up the cutlery and quickly cleaned the stew, lamb chops, wheat bread on the table.

Klein looked dumbfounded, unsure of what the Captain was doing.

He blew a cloud of smoke and stood up. He then put on his hat and bowed before leaving the house and his dream.

"…" Klein looked behind the Captain, unable to calm down for a long time.

He looked down at the empty plates and instinctively wanted to imagine the food he had just eaten.

But this time, oxtail soup, lamb meat, mashed potatoes did not appear in his dream.

Was it really eaten? A Nightmare can do that? Klein moved his lips and thought in frustration. So the Captain's goal is to prevent me from having dinner in my dreams? It was truly a nightmare .. This method of acting as a Nightmare was definitely creative …

He laughed and came out of his dream, once again asleep.

At about half-five the next morning, Klein, who had no choice but to get up early, had his coffee and ate toast and bacon. He rushes out of town to take over from Dunn.

At seven in the morning, they were preparing to return to Tingen.

It wasn't even ten when they arrived at 36 Zouteland Street. Fyre sat behind the typewriter after Dunn, who was most excited, returned the Closed Artifact 3-0782 to the back of Chanis Gate. He took advantage of the fact that the clerk had not arrived so he could write a report on the mission and related expense claims.

Klein looked from the side, satisfied that the items he spent were on the— listincluding the ingredients he used to repel insects and mosquitoes.

He did not immediately return home, as he had arranged to meet with Doctor Daxter of the mental hospital at one noon at a place that had been agreed upon by a coded letter.

Then there was still the Tarot Gathering at three o'clock..Why did the boss of the secret society have such a tiring life? Klein thought to himself. He napped for two hours in the Nighthawks' dugout to catch up on sleep.

He had not forgotten the information he had obtained the previous day. He was not worried that he would forget, as his information could be recalled using divination. He was afraid that he would ignore the existence of this information and even lose the ability to know that information. Therefore, he recalled those pieces of information once more before he went to sleep to strengthen them.

This was also the reason why Klein insisted on conducting a weekly review and rearranging all the information he knew.

After lunch, he looked at his pocket watch and left the Blackthorn Security Company for the Shooting Club at 3 Zouteland Street.

Klein entered the reception area after pushing the door open, but he did not head straight to the Nighthawks' firing range. Instead, he found a seat in the hall as he waited patiently with his black staff in hand.

He had arranged to meet Daxter at the Zouteland Street Shooting Club!

He had arranged this through handwritten letters. Whenever Klein needed to meet with him, he would write to Doctor Daxter Guderian replacing the patient's family members and inquire about a unique condition called "dissociative identity disorder." In his letter, Klein would use various methods to refer to the term Audience, as well as hidden ink marks to authenticate his identity. The letter also casually mentioned the time to meet.

As for the place to meet, they had already decided this the first time they met. If Klein felt the need to change the location, he would mention it when they met in person.

When Daxter Guderian needed to meet for non-urgent matters, he could send a letter to the Hound Pub or Shooting Club. The recipient will be marked as Mr. Hornacis to be taken by Klein at the scheduled time.

In urgent situations, he could hand the letter directly to Hound Pub boss Wright, and mention his "mercenary search. In this way, Wright, who was a partner of the Nighthawks, would immediately submit the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company.

After waiting for a while, Klein saw the delicate Daxter entering the Shooting Club, one o'clock past a few minutes.

He was wearing a black hat and a tuxedo. He had a silver-encrusted cane in his hand, as well as a pair of gold-framed glasses on his face.

Daxter walked around the club without attracting any attention and looked at Klein, who slightly nodded. He then retracted his gaze and walked over to the counter, expertly applying for firing range and renting a weapon.

This was not his first visit.

"Small firing range 7.3 soli per hour. The cost to rent a revolver was one soli seven pence per hour and contained six bullets," the receptionist quickly completed his request.

After Daxter confirmed that he rented the goods for an hour and paid the cost of 10 solis, he took the revolver and extra bullets and was taken to the firing range respectively by the facilitator.

Klein waited another five minutes before slowly standing up. He grabbed his baton before walking into a small shooting range of 7 and knocked on the door.

The door opened a small crack with a creak. Daxter first looked around carefully, then opened the door completely.

Klein immediately entered and locked the door.

"Good day, Mr. Daxter," he said, spending 10 soli. He handed the bill to Daxter. "We won't let our colleagues bear any additional costs."

Because I can sue for damages.

Daxter did not refuse. He took the cash and asked heavily, "Mr Moretti, why are you asking to meet with me?"