The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 165's

"We are guards, but also a group of miserable people who are constantly fighting against threats and madness."

Dunn's words echoed throughout Old Neil's house. They echoed in the rusty floors, walls, and ceilings, as well as in Klein's mind and soul.

He had never had a stronger impression of that sentence than he had now.

He felt that he would not forget this feeling as long as he lived, even if he returned to Earth.

Amidst the silent atmosphere, Dunn walked towards Old Neil's "corpse" and knelt down. He took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and covered it over a dark red crystal eyeball that looked in pain.

At this moment, Klein noticed that the piano keys had stopped moving. A faint and translucent figure appeared.

This .. Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision before entering the house, froze.

He hadn't noticed this strange "soul" until now!

Was it because he was distracted by Old Neil, or because of Old Neil's ability after he lost control? Klein saw the formless figure evaporate quickly, disappearing before his eyes. He had a vague idea of what was going on.

Suppressing the heavy feeling in his heart, he heard the Captain's orders, "Search Old Neil's house carefully for possible clues."

"Good." When Klein spoke, it took him a minute to recognize his own voice. His voice was hoarse and deep, like getting the flu.

"Alright," Royale also replied.

His voice condition was almost the same as mine. It seemed like our nostrils were blocked. Klein looked towards his female teammate, who usually did not have much expression. Like I've only known him for the first time.

Placing his staff on the umbrella rack near the door, he walked around the Closed Artifact 3-0611. He took heavy steps into the living room and went up to the second floor. He then searched each room for possible clues.

Old Neil hired someone to clean the room regularly, so his room was not as messy as one would expect from a bachelor. Everything was orderly, as if there was a female presence in the house.

Half an hour later, Klein found some handwritten notes on the bookshelf in Old Neil's room. Records record strange and mysterious rituals:

"Alchemy Life.

“Materials needed include: 100ml spring water from Elf Springs (Golden Spring on Sonia Island), 50 grams of Star Crystal, half a pound of pure gold, 5 grams of phlogiston, etc, 30 Grams of red iron.the amount of fresh blood of a living person."

Old Neil is described below the section on the fresh blood of the living.

"I can consider taking my own blood, collecting it little by little and preserving it using ritual magic."

I can consider drawing it myself. .. Klein closed his eyes and destroyed his notes.

…

On Thursday morning at nine, the time of the month. Raphael's tomb.

Klein put on his black formal suit and held onto his cane. He stood still in the corner of the grave.

He had inserted a neat white handkerchief in his breast pocket and was holding a Slumber flower.

Dunn, Frye, Leonard, and Kenley carry a black coffin that holds the corpse of Old Neil. They slowly walked to the front of the tombstone and quietly lowered it into the grave.

As she saw the brown ground thrown into the grave, Rozanne, who was wearing a black dress and white flowers in her hair, cried.

"Can someone tell me if this is really happening?

"Why did he lose control, why did he drink the potion, why did he become a Beyonder, why did there have to be ghosts and monsters, why was there no safer way? Why, why, why…"

Klein secretly listens until Old Neil's coffin is completely buried in the ground, until all signs that he exists are buried deep within the earth.

"May the Goddess bless you." He drew a red moon in front of his chest, then took a few steps forward and placed the Sleeping Flower in front of the tomb.

"May the Goddess bless you." Dunn, Frye, and the others patted their chests clockwise.

Klein looked up, straightened his back, and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

Old Neil was wearing his classic black hat; his white hair peeked around the edges. The wrinkle beside his eyes and mouth was deep, his dark red eyes were a little murky.

He was so peaceful, no longer feeling sadness, pain, or fear.

There was a tombstone carved under the photo. It came from the contents of the last entry in Old Neil's diary: "If I can't save him, then I will accompany him."

The morning wind was blowing slowly. The silence and emptiness of Raphael's funeral enveloped everyone.

…

He opened the half-closed door and saw Bredt with a thick black beard behind the table.

Klein seemed to freeze before handing over the form.

"Fifty regular bullets."

During his request, he glanced at the can on the table. He felt as if he could smell the aroma of ground coffee and hear the mischievous words in his ears, "But why do you have to wait until you have spare money? You can apply to Dunn and get her to approve her expenses! "

…

Bredt watched Klein's expression and sighed.

"I can understand how you feel now. I'm on my own, can't believe Old Neil would leave us like that. Sometimes, I even feel like this is a dream conjured up by the Captain."

"Maybe this is the fate of many Nighthawks," Klein replied with a bitter smile.

After this incident, he felt even more disappointment and resentment towards the upper echelons of the Church for keeping secret the "method of acting".

"Let's hope such a tragedy will be lessened, may the Goddess bless us." Bredt drew a red moon in front of his chest. He picked up the application form and walked into the armory.

…

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

The smell of gunpowder filled the air. Klein vented his frustration at the target he shot, until he finished firing the bullet he asked for. He then calmed down and took a public train to Gawain's house.

He completed set after set of exercises, as if he was torturing himself, until Gawain told him to stop.

"Fight training isn't for hurting yourself." Gawain looked at Klein with his cloudy green eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm a little moody today." Klein sighed and tried to explain.

"What's going on?" Gawain asked without ripples of emotion.

Klein thought for a moment, then gave a simple answer, "A friend of mine died suddenly."

Gawain remained silent for a few seconds. He stroked his blond whiskers and said in a short voice, "i lost 325 friends in the span of five minutes, among them there are 10 that I can trust with my life."

Klein sighed in consciousness. "That's the cruelty of war."

Gawain glanced at him and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"The cruelest thing of all is the fact that I can never take revenge for them. I can never fulfill their dreams, and the answer I always avoid.

"Whatever you are, you still have such a chance. Even though I don't know exactly what happened, I know you're still young. You still have a lot of chances."

Klein was silent for a moment. He took a breath and gathered himself.

"Thank you Master."

Gawain nodded and said expressionlessly, "Rest for ten minutes, then do the ten sets of exercises you just did."

"…" Klein momentarily wasn't sure what expression he should show.

…

Friday morning, in the Nighthawks recreation room.

Klein, Seeka Tron, and Frye sat around the round table, but they were not playing cards. One of them was flipping through the newspaper, the other looked out the oriel window in a daze, and the last one was holding a pen, wanting to write something but failing to do so.

The room was quiet. No one was talking, and no one was joking. The atmosphere feels heavy.

Phew. Klein sighed. He took down his newspaper and planned to focus on reading the material he found.

At that moment, Dunn Smith knocked and entered the room. He looked around before saying, "Klein, get out for a second."

What the hell's going on? Klein, who had an inkling of what was happening, stood up and walked out of the recreation room.

Dunn stood at the entrance of the stairs leading to the basement. He turned around and looked at Klein.

"The person sent by the Holy Cathedral is here."

The person who checked me out is here? Klein's nerves stiffened.