The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 228's

Almost instinctively, Klein bent his knees and rolled sideways towards the bathroom door.

Sou!

A small black hairy arrow pierced into the sink. The arrow seemed to be made of bone and was covered in a blue luster. That's very beautiful.

If Klein hesitated in any way, he would definitely not be able to escape this surprise attack!

After rolling for a moment, Klein reached into his pocket and tried to pull out a few tarot cards.

But at that moment, he felt a gust of wind swallow him. Through the corner of his eyes, he saw a black figure quickly approaching him at high speed. It appeared in front of him in an incredible pose, as he tightened his legs and kicked from the ground up.

Realizing that he could not dodge the attack, Klein quickly gave up on his previous intentions and used his elbow to block the attack.

Hardly, he felt his entire left arm go numb, and his body was pulled upwards, as in the sport of squash, which was most played by the middle class, or like football that is now popular among the lower classes. .

What an incredible power! Klein's heart stiffened. Without being confused, he adjusted his body in the air and changed his posture, barely keeping his balance like he was doing acrobatics.

Pa! Pa! At this moment, the tree bark-colored inflatable pipe had just landed on the bathroom floor and was bouncing behind the door, at a decreasing speed.

Just as Klein was about to stretch his body to stand firm and face the continued attack, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

The speed of the black-clothed enemy far exceeded his expectations, arriving faster than he had expected. He lowered his body and swung his arm, hitting his chest.

In the blink of an eye, Klein's body bent down, spinning half a circle again, like a small ball that kept falling and kept being thrown.

Pow!

He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the ground, opening his legs like scissors while keeping his head low. It made the fist of the black-clothed man miss while tearing apart the empty space.

The fist that was originally aimed at his chest could only hit his leg after Klein turned his body, but his legs were wide open.

Pushing upwards, his two legs approached each other, making Klein leap nimbly to the side as he finally managed to stand upright.

Pow!

Before he could even observe his enemy, the black figure had already arrived in front of him, carrying a gust of strong wind.

What a quick reaction! Klein quickly raised his hand forward to block.

With a thud, he felt as if he had collided with a black bear. Failing to withstand the immense might, he could only stagger backwards, his arms nearly numb in the process.

At the same time, Klein finally recognized his attacker.

She has dark skin, a slender and strong body with hidden eye sockets. He is none other than the "algojo" of Zmanger's gang, Meursault, the one who came to see Detective Moriarty in the morning!

Pa! Pa! Pa! With a sharp glint in his eyes, Meursault chased after him meticulously as he swung both of his hands, delivering a left hook or right punch in a barrage of attacks to Klein.

The gap between Klein's strength and his opponent was obvious. He was unable to deal with it head-on, and he had to rely on his agility and foreboding senses to avoid the combination of blows.

Nah! I must make full use of my profits! With the same thought, Klein stopped engaging in close combat. He lowered his body and rolled to the side.

The crack! A chair torn apart by Meursault's kick.

Klein propped up his body with one hand as he exerted strength at his waist and continued to roll looking for opportunities to use his own tarot cards and talismans.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

Meursault caught up quickly and kicked his legs, one after another, which was simply no slower than his opponent.

He was like a giant bear with the gift of agility and had no weaknesses. He made it so that the rolling Klein was only able to focus on dodging and defending, without giving him the opportunity to pull his cards or use his charms.

Kacha! Bam! Bam!

A broken chair, a table turned upside down, a mantle rack rolled over, and Klein had been circling most of the way, but the situation turned dire.

I can't keep going like this! He kept dodging, rolling and falling, looking for every chance to turn the situation around.

Suddenly, an idea came to him when he saw the coffee table in the living room through the corner of his eye.

Bam! Klein endured the blow with one hand as he jumped back into the living room while enduring the pain.

At this moment, Meursault's leg muscles suddenly bulged out like they were being pumped by air.

The explosion! He stomped on the ground so hard that it seemed to tremble, and he jumped up and shot Klein like a bullet, with one of his legs pointing at him.

Klein barely managed to hold on for a moment before being sent flying again, crashing into the coffee table with a clanging sound, sending a ceramic tea device flying towards the closet, spreading a round pen, a contract template, and then sending a ceramic tea device flying toward the cupboard, and various newspapers on the floor.

Seeing that the black-clothed detective was weakened by the impact and for a moment could not stand or roll over, a ferocious glint flashed across Meursault's eyes. He slid forward, pushing his knees out amid the sounds of porcelain shards.

Klein's eyes darkened as he looked at this scene. He already held the contract template in his hands.

He had escaped to the coffee table in the living room, ignoring the warning given his premonition, only to pick up a contract template or newspaper!

When he saw Meursault's knees coming towards him, Klein's wrists trembled.

At that moment, a scene appeared in his mind once again, the scene with Meursault's neck twisted backwards.

Sou!

Klein slightly pressed his wrist, flicking the contract template on his hand.

Sou!

A white object reflected in Meursault's eyes as he instinctively tried to jump back to avoid it.

Ow hell!

The contract pierced right through Meursault's throat, piercing through his throat.

Blood with patches of bubbling blood gushed out as Meursault fell in front of Klein, his knees hitting the ground violently.

"Huff... Huff.. Huff.." He took out a bloodstained contract template and gripped his throat.

However, he was unable to stop the blood flowing out of his wound, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

In the end, his body twitched a few times, and he stopped moving.

Klein needed a moment to recover before he had the strength to turn around and stand up. He had several tarot cards between his fingers, wary of possible counterattacks and other enemies.

After activating his Spirit Vision and confirming that his attacker was dead, Klein looked around and saw no other aura.

Only then did he relax a little. He noticed that two chairs were broken, coffee tables were smashed in some places, and porcelain was strewn across the floor. The entire living room, dining room, and foyer were in a mess.

Lowering his head, he saw that the sleeves of his suit had been broken and the outer layer of his cloth had been stained by a lot of dust.

Suddenly, Klein said gently in a self-deprecating manner, "There is no way to claim a replacement for this …

"Haha hahaha."

He laughed as if he had found something that could comfort him for the rest of his life. He laughed so hard that his body bent forward and backward, to the point that only his laughter echoed throughout the house.

A few seconds later, Klein stopped smiling and walked over to the corpse with a heavy expression.

He wanted to make the dead talk!

Being accustomed to the medium's rituals and answering her own prayers, Klein breathed in a refreshing scent and used the dream divination technique to whisper, "The mastermind who sent Meursault on this mission."

Immediately, his eyes turned black as he entered the dream and saw a gray blur.

Suddenly, the gray and opaque world as well as the flaming figures changed, forming many sights and images before him.

In front of Meursault was a middle-aged man without a hat. The white shirt has an elaborate, layered, petal-shaped collar and cuffs, which makes it look very majestic. Coupled with a tight black vest and skinny pants, he looked flashy and exaggerated.

This middle-aged man had brown hair and blue eyes, a thin face with a beard. He's a very handsome man.

He looked at Meursault and said in a deep voice, "Whatever you do, make sure you find Ian Wright alive. If he dies, bring him to me within an hour, preferably within fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Meursault did not hide his nervousness but kept his head down.

The scene shattered, and Klein frowned.

Mr Ambassador?

Does it really involve other countries?

Judging from the style of his shirt, the ambassador was most likely the Intis Republic ambassador to Backlund.

Ian was just a teenage boy…

The man was capable of channeling spirits, or at least he had someone around him who could do it…

Klein thought for a moment, then composed another sentence for the dream prophecy.

"The reason for finding Ian Wright."

In a grayish hazy dream, Klein once again saw the middle-aged man from before.

He looked at Meursault and said in a low voice, "You don't need to know why. Just follow my instructions.

"I gave you the potion and money to be the one in charge behind the Zmanger gang; not for you to ask questions, but for you to do something!

"Yes ..you just need to know that Ian Wright may be involved in a very important item."

As the scene faded, Klein once again walked out of his dream.

Very important item.. I really don't know, Ian. What is it.. Potions. No wonder his combat skills were so powerful and terrifying. He had to be a Beyonder who was proficient in this field .. When this thought flashed through his mind, Klein felt tired. It seemed that responding to his own request had consumed too much of his spirituality.

If he wanted his mediumship standard to be restored like before, he predicted that it would only happen when he became Sequence 7.

After ending the ritual and removing the walls of spirituality, Klein looked at Meursault's corpse and observed it closely for a long time.

Finally, he saw spots of spiritual light converging on the wound in his opponent's throat, slowly freezing into a piece.

Carefully grabbing her, Klein took out a deep red object that looked like jelly from Earth.

Is this the Beyonder character Meursault left behind? I want to know what kind of potion Sequence it is. It is easy to determine.I will get the answer by doing a divination over the gray fog.Theoretically, it is, the Beyonder Characteristics of a Low Order Beyonder would be able to inspire someone with the appropriate strength, even without any additional ingredients. However, one can easily lose control and go crazy on the spot after consuming it. Almost all the additional ingredients for a low-order herb have no spirituality… Klein's mind went wild before he finally forced himself to focus.

A corpse was now in front of him. It made him dizzy thinking about what he should do next.