The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 213's

So Ince Zangwill had gone to Backlund. I wonder how long he would stay there. Yes. He removed the contents on the goatskin and wrote a new divination statement:

"Location of the current Lanevus."

From his point of view, the one who caused the Captain and him to be on the verge of death was undoubtedly Ince Zangwill, but the crazy Lanevus was definitely an accomplice who could not dodge the responsibility. He must pay the price with blood!

After saying that statement seven times, Klein once again entered the dream. But the scene that appeared after the foggy world shattered was the same as the one he had seen before!

The river was wide and somewhat murky, the pier and the buildings were countless. The buildings were mainly of Loen architectural style today, some slightly more Gothic. There are bustling streets, lush landscapes, chimneys constantly spewing smoke. There are luxurious castles that stand tall with Gothic clock towers…

Lanevus was also in the "Land of Hope", "City City", Backlund!

Klein opened his eyes, a little confused. He had predicted the specific location of Lanevus, but the result was still a very common and unclear region.

This tells me that the Order of Lanevus must be much higher than I imagined. No, it is also possible that he received great benefits from helping the son of a True Creator descend into this world. For example, the characteristics of a small divinity, or some objects similar to the placenta left by baby Megose? Hmm.. The latter would most likely be taken by Ince Zangwill. Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as he muttered to himself while he made the initial assumption.

After ascertaining the rough area where his two enemies were located, he thought of another matter. He still did not have the ability to take revenge!

Even if Lanevus was only a Sequence 7, or even an 8, it would not be easy to deal with him if he did receive a huge profit. Lanevus was also obviously very cunning, he could outwit and defeat Beyonders who were stronger than himself. He is a Sequence 4 Demigod, and he uses a powerful Class 0 Closed Artifact. It seemed like it was impossible for a very long period of time.The only way I have is to continue to improve my Order, or I can gather even more powerful mystical items. I have to use both methods simultaneously…

In between his thoughts, Klein decided to add another prophecy.

He considered the statement before writing solemnly, "My chances of being strong."

He gently placed the pen on the table and leaned back, then he closed his eyes.

He recited the statement inwardly and fell into a deep sleep with the help of Cogitation.

In the foggy world, he once again saw the scene he had seen before. Rivers, docks, chimneys, crowds, castles, various machines, and Gothic clock towers. He once again saw the capital of Loen Kingdom, Backlund!

Soon after, the view changed. He saw a majestic peak piercing through the clouds, and, on top of it, he saw a magnificent ancient palace. He saw a giant throne carved out of stone, decorated with blunt gems and gold. He looked at the strange vertical pupils formed from countless mysterious symbols.

The scene broke without sound without warning. Klein slowly sat down and tapped on the edge of the table with his finger.

The backlund contains opportunities for me to be strong …

Does the second scene refer to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range, a treasure left behind by the Antigonus family? The strange vertical pupils formed by the countless mysterious symbols conveyed by the Puppet Cloth of Misfortune to me through the corruption of the Antigonus family notebook were the key to starting all of this…

Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Klein decided that he was in no hurry to visit the Hornacis mountains. Even the Demigod Sequence 4 might not be able to face the danger that was there.

I guess I'll go to Backlund first. Klein sighed and made a decision. He enveloped himself with spirituality and stimulated his descendants, coming out from the mysterious space above the gray fog.

When he returned to the material world, he slowly walked out of his hiding place towards Dunn Smith's tomb.

He stared deeply at the picture and the tombstone. Klein slowly drew a red moon on his chest and walked out of the grave.

As a former Nighthawk, a Nighthawk who had to regularly patrol Raphael's Cemetery, he was quite familiar with the route of the guards, as well as the surroundings. He managed to leave the grave easily, without causing any sign of danger. He followed the pebbled path to Tingen, using the shade of the trees as cover.

The night was peaceful and the moon was always-so daydreaming. Klein walked alone, his mind going wild and uncontrollable. He sometimes considers his plans for revenge, sometimes rethinking the moments he spent with the Captain, sometimes recalling Old Neil's hidden sadness behind his funny face…

Unknowingly, Klein had entered the nearby street like a wandering ghost, passing turn after turn.

It was two hours later when he freed himself from that state and regained complete control of his mind.

He realized that he was standing on Daffodil Street. Opposite him was the house he lived in with his brother and sister.

Instinctively, Klein had returned here.

He took a step forward with obvious joy, but suddenly stopped. She smiled bitterly and muttered in a self-deprecating tone, "If I go up and knock on the door, Melissa might faint from shock. He will then try his best.to reassure me calmly, on behalf of curly-haired baboons.”.

Shaking his head, Klein stared at the familiar door for a while before heading towards Iron Cross Street.

It's good too, it's also good.The things I do in the future won't involve them. The compensation given to them by the Nighthawks team and the police department will be enough for them to lead a stable middle class life, even if Melissa fails to get a job and Benson loses his job…

Klein walked silently for a moment before starting to feel tired. But, as someone who was "dead", he had nothing but the clothes he was wearing, his top pendulum, and Azik's copper whistle. He had no pounds, or soli, or dime.

Should I blow the whistle to send a letter to Mr. Azik and ask him to help me? Klein laughed optimistically. Forget it, I shouldn't have contacted him for now. Maybe Ince Zangwill's still watching him. I will look for him when the time is right. For the old monster who has lived countless lives for thousands of years, he should be able to understand the awakening. I will do so by finding a place to sleep for a while and head to the Tingen branch of Backlund Bank tomorrow morning to pick up the money on an anonymous account.

Because there's too much to do these days. Klein did not have time to start an experiment involving a sacrificial ritual. He also did not touch 300 pounds on an anonymous account.

That should be enough to support my spending for a while. I'll buy a newspaper tomorrow to make sure what day it is now. Miss Justice and the others don't make new prayers, which means I don't miss meetings… Klein thought as he found a place where there was no wind. He sat down and took off his jacket. She used it as a blanket and leaned against the wall to sleep.

It didn't take long to fall asleep when he was suddenly woken up by someone. He saw a policeman holding a stick.

He only had one rank mark on his rank mark, the lowest-ranking police officer .. Klein glanced at him to confirm his identity.

The policeman said fiercely, "You can't sleep here!

"Roads and parks are not for you lazy, unemployed bums to sleep in!

Did ya? Klein froze. Given his sensitive identity, he did not argue with the police.

He grabbed his jacket and continued walking until dawn broke.

Immediately after, he lowered his head and entered the Tingen branch of the Backlund Bank. He took out 200 pounds with the password he had set, leaving a third of the money as "savings", in case of an emergency.

Without hesitation, Klein heard "prayer" as he wrote the password in ancient Hermes.

Klein then spent 38 pounds on two sets of formal wear, two shirts, two trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two bow ties, four pairs of socks, and two pairs of leather boots, as well as two thick double-breasted jackets, two solid colored fur coats, and two pairs of thick trousers for winter preparation. He also bought sticks, purses, and leather suitcase bags.

After completing his purchase, Klein found a hotel to shower and change clothes. She rented a private train directly to the train station in Tingen to avoid meeting people she knew. Along the way, he buys a newspaper and learns that it is Sunday.

It took about four hours to get from Tingen to Backlund by train. A luxury first-class seat costs about three-quarters of a pound, or 15 soli. Second-class chairs cost 10 soli, or half a pound.

The overcrowded and unkempt third-class seats are quite cheap with just 5 soli.

Klein thought for a moment before buying a seat for the two o'clock, second-class train.

Klein found a random spot to sit in the waiting room with his ticket and luggage in hand. It was only a little after nine in the morning.

He was happy that the Loen Kingdom did not have a strict census. He was able to prove his identity using only his water and gas bills, as well as his rent for the past three months. Buying train tickets is even easier, because all he needs is money.

Klein suddenly had an empty feeling in his heart as he sat there, thinking of how he would go to Backlund from Tingen in the afternoon.

He thought of his sister who always gave him a motherly vibe. He thought of his brother who liked to make cold jokes. He thought about how they would fill their stomachs so much that they did not want to move …

Recalling this scene, Klein suddenly laughed. He laughed bitterly, as he thought of the turtle that Melissa called a "doll", as well as Benson's pitiful hairline.

He suddenly had a strong urge. He wants to see his brothers again.

At this moment, Klein suddenly realized why he had not chosen the carriage before but bought a ticket for the two o'clock train.

He brought his luggage and left the waiting room quickly, boarded a rented train back to Daffodil Road.

He then hid in the shade on the opposite side and looked at the door of his house. There were many times when he felt like leaving, but he could not force himself to cross the wide road.

Klein looked across the street in a daze, suddenly feeling like he had no home. He had the same feeling when he had just moved.

Suddenly, he saw the door of the house open as Melissa and Benson walked out.

Melissa was wearing a black dress and a black hooded hat. Benson wore a shirt, vest, trousers, coat, and hat, all in black. They both had numb and pouting expressions.

Melissa became thinner. Why is Benson so thin. He opened his mouth but could not shout their names.

Unwittingly, she follows Benson and Melissa to a nearby town square. He saw that the tent had been set up there again. A new circus troupe is in town for the show.

Benson spends some money and buys an entrance ticket and takes Melissa to the circus. He forced a smile.

"This circus troupe is very famous."

Melissa nodded expressionlessly.

"okay."

Suddenly, he slipped and nearly fell.

Klein, who also bought the ticket, opened his mouth. He wanted to help his sister, but he could only pull back the hand he instinctively stretched out and stood helplessly amidst the busy crowd.

Benson jumped in fright, but he was too late to help. However, Melissa quickly established herself. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

At this moment, clowns swarm forward, some doing a balancing act on wheels or a large rubber ball, others throwing countless tennis balls into the air, then silly to catch it all.

Melissa seemed to ignore the clown as she watched the show. Benson tried to excite his sister by cheering, but to no avail. He slowly turned sullen as well.

Klein pursed his lips tightly as he looked at this scene from afar. He wanted to approach them, but he did not dare.

Suddenly, he touched the wallet on his jacket and got an idea.

Benson and Melissa continued walking forward, quietly watching the various performances.

Some time later, they saw a clown running towards them. His face was painted in pastel colors. At first, he threw a tennis ball into the air, and, while the attention of those around him was fixed into the air, he conjured a flower from thin air. It was Seville Chrysanthemum.

The clown carried the flower in front of Melissa and Benson. The flower is golden and symbolizes happiness.

Melissa and Benson looked at the clown in a daze. All they saw was a wide smile plastered on that pastel face. It was a happy smile, an exaggerated smile, a silly smile.

(First Volume)