The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 184

"Please come in" Dunn Smith said in a soft and pleasant voice.

Klein turned the doorknob and pushed the door to see the Captain having breakfast. In his right hand was a cup of coffee that exuded a rich aroma. On the plate in front of him, there was a white toast and bacon.

Dunn put the rest of the toast with butter into her mouth and ate it. He then quietly pointed to the chair across from his desk.

Klein did not bother his Captain to enjoy his breakfast. With a smile, he sat down while waiting patiently.

Dunn saw that she was not in a hurry, so she relaxed back into her chair, took her coffee to take a sip, and swallowed the food in her mouth.

He took the napkin, wiped the corner of his lips and said, "What's wrong?"

Klein nodded seriously and said, "i've met Daxter Guderian, the doctor at the mental hospital and also a member of the Psychological Alchemist."

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the magazine that opened in front of the Captain.

"Did he give you news?" Dunn asked, crossing her arms.

Klein simply explained, "He told me that before Hood Eugen went crazy, there was someone who visited him quite often. That guy's name is Lanevus."

"Lanevus.." Dunn massaged his temple. "I think I've heard it before …"

"He's a con man who cheats at least ten thousand pounds" Klein reminded him.

Dunn thought for a moment with a serious expression on her face. He then shook his head to show that he did not remember it.

Captain, you are not sensitive at all in terms of money! Klein railed and told a related story about Lanevus by highlighting the main points.

"The fraudster falsely claimed that he had searched for and bought an iron mine with a rich iron ore deposit. He raised funds from private individuals in Tingen and defrauded over ten thousand pounds. Someone I know from the Divination Club suffered a loss because of this. In addition, a young woman was tricked into getting engaged to him and is now pregnant with her child."

"He visited Hood Eugen a few times before he went crazy" Dunn said with a thought. "The Recruitment of 8 Beyonder, Scammer? Robber Path …"

Captain, your memory is really good at this kind of thing. Klein found it funny as he pondered about it. He nodded weakly and said, "That was also my guess.

"Since the steel mill company that Lanevus founded was in the South and the victims had some different beliefs, this case was ultimately not handed to us. Even if there was evidence of Beyonder's involvement in the case, it would've been handed over to the Mandated Punisher."

Dunn finally understood the ins and outs of the story. He looked at Klein with his deep gray eyes and said, "What do you want to do?"

Cough, Captain, can you not be too sensitive. Klein replied with a mask of earnestness, “I want to talk to Hood Eugen through the intermediate ritual and find out why Lanevus came looking for him. I wonder if the visit was directly related to him going crazy."

Dunn slightly nodded and said, "Even if you don't propose to do so, I will do a similar experiment when we are sure that Hood Eugen is crazy.

"However, Daly told me that it was quite risky. Are you sure? I can ask for help from the Diocese of Backlund. It shouldn't be a problem to postpone it for a few days."

Klein's primary motivation for becoming a Beyonder was to study mysticism and find a way home. Since it was an opportunity for practical training and he was confident enough, he was naturally unwilling to give up.

"Captain, I've mastered the knowledge of this matter. I'm sure about this.

"Of course, I will need certain ingredients, such as Amantha extract, Spirit Eye medicine, and Sedative Agent."

"Sedative Agent." Dunn pondered the name and ensured Klein's professionalism.

He recalls Daly mentioning that it was a liquid medicine that was rarely used but very efficient in mediumship.

Dunn Smith pondered for nearly twenty seconds and leaned back into his chair. He said, "Please and fill out the request form. Then, collect what you need from behind Chanis Gate. Uh ... I'm not sure if there's any finished goods. If there is none, take the ingredients.need and concoct the appropriate medicine."

"Alright," Klein replied happily.

He did not get up but sat firmly in his chair.

Dunn massaged his temple. He thought carefully and said, "It just so happens to be my turn to monitor the mental hospital tonight. No one knew if there were any members of the Psychological Alchemist posing as doctors, nurses, janitors, or patients in the mental hospital. No one knows if Alchemist Psychology also monitors the Hood Organs. Every action we take must be kept secret. We cannot reveal that Daxter Guderian has become our informant."

"… We'll leave at dawn by sneaking around quietly."

"Yes, I'll be on my guard as you perform rituals to prevent accidents from happening."

That's the best! If Hood Eugen was just pretending to be crazy, while I was using an intermediate ritual on him, It would be like me barging into the zoo and dancing in front of the tiger. Klein relaxed and said sincerely, "Yes, Captain!"

He stood up and walked towards the door.

Just then, the corner of his eye saw the title of the magazine article the Captain was reading: "The Donningsman Tree Rubber in the rain forest of the Southern Continent has a significant effect in increasing hair growth."

… Klein retracted his gaze, opened the door, and exited the Captain's office.

Suddenly, a funny thought flashed through his mind.

Actually, Beyonder doesn't have to go through such trouble. If Old Neil was still around, he could devise ritual magic to regrow hair. Then, he would pray for the Goddess' help. Would someone be covered with hair and become a curly-haired baboon, that's another story .. What is the response of the Goddess? If it were me, I would definitely curse: Bastard…

The thought suddenly stained Klein's happiness with sadness, but there was also a hint of joy in grief.

He entered the clerk's office and sat down in front of the Akerson Model 1346 typewriter and finished typing his proposal.

After Dunn Smith stamped and signed the application, she took it to the basement and walked along the tunnel illuminated with gas lamps, towards Chanis Gate.

Only then did Klein realize something.

This would be the first time he passed through the mysterious gate!

"I wonder what it looks like ..." He sped up his pace with anticipation and came before the black gate's twin door.

He first relayed his request to Seeka Tron, who was on duty that day for registration purposes. Then, Klein took back the document that now had his signature as well. He knocked on Chanis Gate and felt how empty and distant the echo was.

He did not hear any footsteps but within half a minute, the gate with the seven Dark Sacred Emblems opened with a creaking sound.

Behind the gate, there was an old man with clear wrinkles and thinning hair. He was wearing a classic black robe and holding a barn lantern.

The dim candlelight shone on the glass, shining on the old man's expressionless face which was a mixture of light and dark. His light blue eyes were like ice that had been frozen for a thousand years.

"Document," he said in his hoarse voice.

Klein had seen the old man before because at dusk every day, he would come out from behind the Chanis Gate with his comrades. They would pass through the task room and take the passageway to the Cathedral of Saint Selena.

They were Nighthawks who had aged and volunteered to keep watch inside.

According to Klein's understanding, there were five of them on guard.

"This is my app." He handed the documents in his hands to the old man in front of him.

The guard with light blue eyes lifted the barn lantern and looked at the request carefully. After he made sure there was no mistake, he stepped aside and let Klein through.

Klein passed through the Chanis Gate slowly. He had yet to look around when he felt an indescribable chill.

It is not the cold of winter, but the cold that will make the human spirit shiver.

Klein raised his gaze and looked far away. He saw candlesticks appear on the walls in succession, and there was a silver candle with carvings on it. The flame gave off a blue luster, without blinking.

Crunch!

The guards closed the Chanis Gate, and the surroundings became very quiet.

There was a wide footpath in front of Klein, a paved path with ancient stone slabs.

On both sides of the trail are stone doors labeled "Materials", "Medicine", "Information", and so on.

At the end of the path, there was a staircase connected to the lower floor. It extended into the darkness as if connected to a ravine.

It should be connected to a different sealed location that has a Sealed Artifact. I heard that there are several floors .. I wonder which floor contains Saint Selena's ashes? Klein adapted to the brightness behind the gate and suddenly felt that something formless was scratching his skin. They were dismembered, and each one of them made it cold to the bone.

He shivered, and he could not help but activate his Spirit Vision.

Then, he looked over the entire area behind Chanis Gate. It was filled with fine black lines. They sway lightly, sometimes in groups, sometimes elongated. They were tightly knitted without any gaps.

This...This is the sealing power behind Chanis Gate? Klein nodded indifferently. He curbed his mind and followed the guards. They passed through a heavy stone door labeled "Drug Room".

Soon, he discovered extracts of Amantha, the Spirit Eye remedy, and the Sedative Agent by following the alphabet label.

He had seen the first two before, but this was the first time he had taken the last one. He saw a blue liquid rustling within the translucent glass bottle. For some reason, seeing the liquid made her feel as if she had entered the arms of a mother.

In the bottle there is a label. That shows the creation date and expiration date, which is still some time away.

Fortunately, it could still be used. Klein took out three small bottles of medicine and walked back to Chanis Gate with the guards accompanying him. He brushed off the cold feeling that reached the deepest corner of his soul and the sinister experience was swept away by the black line.

When the Chanis Gate closed, he could only look back. He muttered to himself, "Living there for a long time will affect both body and soul, right?

"No wonder the guards had to volunteer …"

…

Towards dawn, Klein used a special technique to lock his room. He opened his oriel window and jumped down.

The height of the two floors did not pose any danger to his current self. He landed steadily without faltering at all.

The Nighthawks train was already parked across, waiting for him.

Without any exchange, Klein quickly arrived at Tingen Asylum in North Borough. Following Captain's instructions, he took a detour to one of the corners without streetlights where he saw Dunn Smith waiting.

"Let's go in." Dunn nodded weakly. "I've made sure no one's around."

"Good." Klein quickly approached.

As a Clown, entering a mental hospital, it kept reminding me of the famous saying: "It's like coming back home" He pondered to himself.

He followed Dunn up close. With the help of the undulating surface of the walls, they tipped back into the mental hospital quickly and nimbly with an incredible balance.

Dunn turned and looked. He nodded slightly to give his approval.

The two of them crouched down and quietly moved past the small park and the hospital's activity square. They then entered the three-story building in the mental hospital and arrived on the top floor where Hood Eugen's room was located.

Since Hood Eugen had the possibility to be ruthless now that he had gone mad, he had been placed in a single room. Fortunately, the Nighthawks monitors had not wasted their efforts during the surveillance and had made copies of the room keys long ago.

Kacha!

The lock clicked lightly, and Dunn went in first. Klein projected his gaze past his figure and looked at the person sitting on the bed.

Hood Eugen's face was long and skinny. His eye cavities were very concave and his blond hair was disheveled.

He looked at the iron-tested window with his grayish-blue eyes. He was looking at the red moon outside.

Klein closed the door of the room and chuckled softly as he casually asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Dunn is shocked and suddenly remembers that Klein is now a Clown of Order 8. Therefore, he remained silent and retreated to a corner of the room.

Hood Eugen turned his head and looked at Klein. He chuckled foolishly and replied, "i'm waiting for my cake." This is a meme from a recalcitrant who is often sent to prison and once said in an interview that going to jail is like returning home.