The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 224's

The dimly lit room was covered in a thin veil of red moonlight, and everything was unclear.

The three men in black were sleeping in different places. And on the sofa, Klein's eyes half fused into the darkness by shutting it down, as if he had entered a deep sleep.

His dream was a distorted gray world, sometimes shining brilliantly.

Finally, brilliance settled down to form a scene.

It was a gloomy corner, the ground was filled with dirt. A man with short brown hair, a white shirt, and a brown vest leaned against the wall, surrounded by mischievous gray mice.

Half of the man's lips had been bitten, revealing his yellowish teeth and rotten gums. His nose was only covered in blood, mixed with some short hair, and the flesh on his face had disappeared, piece by piece, revealing white bones. The fat white maggot was crawling everywhere, constantly writhing, and his throat seemed to have fallen victim to a savage beast; at least half of it was gone.

Klein could barely see that this was Zreal Viktor Lee. It was almost impossible to connect him with a mature and handsome man in the black-and-white photo he had taken with Ian.

Zreal is dead. In a few days, he might be gnawed until he just stayed a bone. He might not even have a complete skeleton left.Klein abandoned his dream and recalled what he had just seen.

His past experiences allowed him to witness similar corpses more calmly.

Looking out the window to the red moon, Klein thought for over ten seconds and decided to try communicating with the soul of the black-clothed man next to the sofa.

Over the past few days of preparation, he had concocted a bottle of Amantha extract and Spirit Eye medicine. As for Agent Serenity, Klein did not need it. He was personally able to attack the dreams of others and forcibly communicate with their souls while remaining calm and rational.

After setting up a simple altar and letting the calm and silent fragrance waft to create a half-dreaming state, Klein prayed to himself, "The Fool who does not belong to this era."

After that, he entered the world above the gray fog and used more than two-thirds of his spirituality to give a response.

As I advanced into Order 7, such a prayer would also allow me to use a bit of mysterious space power over the gray fog, like my summoning and bestowal rituals, Klein made a rough judgment and quickly returned to the real world.

He passed through what looked like a starry sky and a chaotic mind storm, entering the mental field of the target. There, he saw the illusory figure of the man hovering in the air.

"Who sent you to Zreal's house?" Klein looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

The man replied in a daze, his illusory eyes empty, “Meursault. Meursault sent me to wait for a boy named Ian.”

The light in his spiritual world changed, revealing a thin, capable-looking, dark-skinned man. He was none other than the leader of the group that chased after Ian on the steam train.

As expected, it was him. Klein, who had spent so much of his spirituality in answering prayers, began to feel tired. He hurriedly asked, "Who ordered Meursault?"

“Don't know.. He is the 'algojo' of our Zmanger gang. No one can order him other than the boss, ” said the man, empty.

Zmanger .. The word "warrior" in the language of the plateau .. Klein, a pseudo historian but a scholar of true mysticism, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and his body involuntarily flew out from the storm of thoughts.

Not long after, he came out of mediumship and felt his head throbbing.

He's in no hurry to leave. He methodically packed the ingredients and short, yellowish-brown hair before opening the oriel window to let the cold night breeze spread the smell of Amantha extract and Spirit Eye medicine.

While this was happening, Klein returned to the balcony, locked the door from the inside, and wiped away all the places he had touched.

When Zreal's bedroom returned to its original state, he then placed his hands on his chest and bowed towards the three men who were still sleeping soundly.

Straightening his back, Klein put on a glove and jumped up, nimbly leaping out of the oriel window. He stood firm, tiptoeing in a very narrow space.

He lifted the vertical latch of the open window and used tarot cards to hold its bottom. With his clown abilities, he takes details and adjusts the balance.

After a few seconds, Klein slowly pulled back the tarot card, and the vertical hook suddenly stopped in place and did not fall any further.

Whooshing sound!

First, he closed the half of the unlocked window, then he jumped into the window with a hook. His right hand jerked inwards, closing the other half of the window.

The speed of action was so fast that the hook did not fall until there was vibration, accurately inserting itself into the matching hole.

Clangs! A sound that was difficult to remove was heard, like a strong wind hitting the glass surface.

Klein knew that the three men in the bedroom would wake up. Without further ado, he jumped into the street.

For him right now, the height from the second floor would not pose any danger. It was just that he could not maintain his silence when he landed, so he did not make a clear sound.

Klein quickly left the surrounding area, as well as Rose Street, but he did not immediately board a chartered train back to Cherwood Borough's Minsk Street.

He turned a few corners and headed towards the adjacent East Borough.

It was a cold night, and the wind sent a piercing chill to his bones. Klein shivered and decided that he would need an additional sweater for his future mission. He decided to buy charcoal on one of the next days and let the fireplace carry out its role.

After an unknown period of time, he entered the East Borough of Backlund despite not having a map. He was completely relying on instinct.

There were only a few gas lamps visible in the distance, and if it were not for the dark clouds not covering the red moon, Klein believed that many parts of the road would be pitch-black.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes appear in the deep darkness in front of him. They come bowing from a distance.

They sauntered from a vague distance, in silence.

A undead? Klein suddenly stopped. He grabbed his Requiem Spell and tarot card, and he quickly activated his Spirit Vision.

These were all living people, normal living people with numb expressions, empty eyes, and weak movements. There are men and women.

It was almost midnight; why were they still walking on the streets. Confused, Klein carefully leaned to one side, past the group on the sidewalk, but soon, he found the second wave, the third wave; they all have the same pain in the midst of numbness.

He frowned slightly, and just as he was about to move forward to ask, he suddenly heard a shout ahead.

"Wake up! You all wake up!

“You bastards!

"Streetings and parks aren't for people like you to sleep in!"

… Klein was surprised, then the corresponding term “Law Bad” appeared in his mind, and he understood what was going on.

He himself had experienced the same thing.

Phew. Klein sighed, quickened his pace, and headed for his one-bedroom home on Black Palm Street in East Borough.

There, he slept for two hours. After recovering some of his spirituality, he came out again and broke the withered branches to make “stick dowsing.”

“Zreal corpse location.

"Location of Zreal's corpse."

…

After repeated predictions, Klein walked for a long time with the help of short, yellowish-brown hair until he arrived at a corner of East Borough where there was a sewer entrance.

Twelve years ago, after a major outbreak, the Kingdom of Loen gradually built up a sophisticated sewer system in the capital and, in one fell swoop, surpassed the "Roselle Inheritance" of the Republic of Intis.

Moving the manhole cover, Klein held his breath and descended the vertical metal staircase.

Since her clothes were not custom made, she was unable to carry too many items due to the lack of pockets. He didn't bring Quelaag's Oil that he learned from Frye. Klein felt very sorry for not bringing Quelaag's Oil that refreshed and removed the smell.

Ten seconds later, Klein's feet touched the sticky ground.

The dirty feeling caused fine goosebumps to appear on his arms and body. However, he could only endure it and continue walking forward, venturing deeper into the empty and silent sewers.

There is a crossroads ahead, which is relatively hidden. A strong pungent smell was smelled from there.

Klein turned around and walked to the end where he saw a number of spiritual light spots and dense aura colors.

Without the need to use the candle, he activated his Spirit Vision and instantly saw that in the dark corner, there was a rotten corpse that had been bitten to pieces.

This was the exact same scene he had seen in the dream prophecy.

Squeak!

Dense gray rats ran in all directions, but there were also some who stayed in their places, unwilling to go and part with their food.

After confirming that it was Zreal, Klein hesitated for a moment before quickly setting up a medium ritual.

If there was nothing wrong with Ian's description, and Zreal had only died a few days ago, I should have been able to get some rough information by channeling his spirit.

Whooshing sound!

As the wind whirled and a wall of spirituality was erected, all the rats fled, and Klein continued his ritual as he had done before.

“Causes of Zreal's death.

"Causes of Zreal's death."

…

As he said those words, Klein's eyes turned black. The pupils of his eyes and the whites of his eyes disappeared. He quickly used Cogitation to enter the dream.

However, nothing had appeared in that misty illusory world.

Klein opened his eyes, frowning slightly as he made his judgment.

Distribution failed…

Someone has dealt with Zreal's spirit…

A Beyonder is involved in this.

The fact that someone can disguise themselves as Zreal, making other detectives unable to see him, also proves this.

After some consideration, Klein took the decision; it was to end this matter here and not get involved any further. After all, he had fulfilled the requirements of the job entrusted to him.

"i'll ask Ian to call the police," he murmured as he put away the material and removed the wall of spirituality.