The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 233's

The more he thought about how the surviving person played cards with more than ten corpses in the dimly lit room until night, the more his scalp tingled.

Klein suppressed his instinctive fear and stared at the pale face, evil brown eyes, and the man who was about twenty-eight years old who was engulfed in madness. He pretended to be intimidated by the man's dominance and took a step back. During this time, the Kaspars left the room and closed the door.

The man asked in a deep voice, "You're the one looking for a bodyguard?"

"… Yeah." Klein swallowed deliberately.

The man's weirdness made him feel afraid, but it also made him calm.

The stronger his bodyguards are, the safer he is!

The pale-faced man with the black vest raised his chin and asked, "Why are you looking for a bodyguard? How much would you pay for this?"

Klein did not answer directly. He thought for nearly twenty seconds before saying, "i'll tell you the details of his mission first. Give me the price after you judge it. If I can pay for it, or if I have an item of equal value, we'll make a deal ourselves. Otherwise, I could just give up and look for someone else."

The fierce-looking man did not say a word. Instead, he nodded as a gesture for Klein to tell his story.

Klein deliberately looked at the zombies, treating them as ordinary card players. Then, he gave the man a curious look and said: "Before I answer, do you want to drive these people out of the room?"

"There's no need for that," said the pale-faced man in a heavy voice.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then honestly said, "i offended a great person who might have a country that supported him."

The room suddenly became quiet and silent. The man, who had a hint of madness and hatred in his eyes, froze on the spot as if he had turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly said, "This mission is priceless.

"Get out."

Uh? Klein did not manage to react until the man turned around and walked back to the card table. Only then did he realize that there was no deal.

you play cards with a group of undead in the room and present yourself as a person of high standing and strength. But are you just afraid? Klein didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he added, "The big shots don't have a lot of freedom in Backlund."

The man in black ignored him and sat down again. The zombies began handing out cards, looking at their cards, and discarding chips.

Klein sighed and retreated from the room only to see the Kalinin Caspars. He had been waiting outside with a brandy nose and terrible wounds.

"We didn't come to arrange." Klein raised his hand.

Kaspars did not show a surprised expression as he pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Did he ask for a price that is too high?"

"No, he thought the mission was too difficult." Klein did not hide his reason.

Kaspar frowned.

"Maric is the scariest person I know. He's not even afraid of bullets, and since he considers the mission difficult, I don't think I can help you connect with other strong people."

"It's a shame." Klein sighed.

Kaspars clenched his right hand and hit his left chest.

"May the Storm be with you."

Then I die. Klein said with a smile while making the most of it, “Thank you.

“You can try asking me. I'll pay you. Yes... I'll come again tomorrow night.”

After receiving a positive answer, he left the Bravehearts Bar with a slightly melancholy feeling. He's not even interested in playing billiards.

Am I being too honest? If I were to describe the mission in a simpler-sounding way, Maric would agree, it is not my style to let others face danger for me through deception. As a Beyonder, if I constantly fight my true thoughts and principles of the heart, I am, then I might not be far from losing control.Feeling mixed emotions, Klein changed trains and returned to Minsk Road.

…

After taking a shower, Klein did not throw charcoal. He went straight to the bedroom and pulled the curtains to isolate the room from the outside world.

On the way back, he carefully thought for a moment and discovered that the possible danger was not something that could not be resolved.

For the unknown ambassador, his main and fundamental goal was to find Ian Wright. The reason he sent people to deal with me was because he wanted to get a clue to find Ian from me. If the direct interrogation doesn't work, killing me and channeling my spirit can be considered. If I tell him that I can't find Ian either, he would not take the risk to deal with a hired detective when a special military department might monitor the situation.

In other words, the crux of the problem is the existence of Ian Wright!

Hmm.. There is still a pent-up danger. Will the ambassador reveal to the special military department that Meursault is the Beyonder after his failure? It would make them consider my strength questionable, and use it to take revenge against me. This could be done easily with direct speech without difficulty…

Klein analyzed the situation and suddenly had the urge to kill the unknown ambassador.

However, just the thought of the powerful Beyonders around him made him depressed.

I wonder if the envoy can accept my delegation without Mr. Azik's permission..May not..Should I pay close attention to this matter and look for an opportunity to silence him? Since he sent someone to kill me, I will not feel any psychological burden from killing him. Yes, I can consider setting a mission for the Tarot Club. Let's see if Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man has a solution.Maybe, a large amount of money can tempt "Mr. A" or other powerful Beyonders. Klein suddenly gets an idea when he thinks of the Tarot Club .

With this thought, he became very calm. He found some papers and pens and wrote a divination statement: "The Existence of Ian Wright."

After confirming that there were no hidden Beyonders in the room, Klein looked into the curtains protecting him from peeking eyes. He recalled Ian's appearance and quietly read out a divination sentence before leaning back into his chair.

He quickly entered the dream and saw a dark, small, broken room in the dream world. There was a bunk bed and a floor mat on which four people slept.

Ian curled up on the bunk bed, sleeping soundly under the old bag.

When the dream was shattered, Klein opened his eyes and interpreted the revelation.

Such residences only existed in the East Borough and Backlund Bridge area, but it was a very large place. Even if all the police in Backlund were deployed, they would still not be able to find him…

Ian was very careful. He left nothing with me. Otherwise, I will be able to find it through the dowsing rod prophecy …

After a few minutes of consideration, Klein took a pen and added a paragraph to each divination statement, making it an excuse:

"i don't know where Ian Wright is. I haven't seen him since we found Zreal's body."

A piece of paper was left on the table with a pen attached to the end.

After everything was done, Klein got up and went back to his bed, making a quick flick of the coin and not being too obvious to make sure no one was watching him.

After getting a negative answer, he quickly took four counter-clockwise steps, chanted a spell, and entered the world above the gray fog.

Inside the ancient and towering palace, Klein did not bother to check the situation around him, and instead repeated the prophecy he had just made.

Seeing that her negative answer had not changed, she stopped feeling nervous. Raising his head to the side, he realized that the core position of the newly added crimson star had been colored with gold like the sun.

"Is this the source of the warmth I feel?" Klein spread his spirituality and carefully touched it in response to the prayer.

A blurry scene quickly appeared before his eyes.

The petite woman he was trying to pull over the gray fog was standing in front of an altar with a woman with slightly curly brown hair. A man wearing a white mask gently shouted the honorific name of the Eternal Blazing Sun, creating a warm and pure glow.

Is he trying to get someone to do an exorcism? Klein almost laughed.

At that moment, he finally understood the reason behind the previous situation. It was not that someone had broken through the gray fog and locked it away. It was similar to Justice and the company who read out the name of his honor before praying. And after the gray fog received the message, it automatically gave him feedback. However, since it was not a prayer, an illusion, the overlapping voices eventually became a warm current.

Notices. This is a notice, and not something that may cause harm or influence.

At the same time, he was roughly certain of one thing. The way the mysterious space above the gray fog connected with Justice and the others was not entirely abnormal or above the rules of this world. It still experiences certain restrictions that can cause effects of varying degrees using certain methods.

Klein continued to watch the scene in front of him and listened to the voice speak. He was surprised to find that it lasted longer than before.

Before this, he would not be able to take the initiative to spy on the appropriate target of a crimson star, unless the other party had prayed for it, either, and only then would he be able to receive the corresponding scene.

In other situations, when he gave his feedback, he would be able to see the scene and hear the synchronized sound at the same time. However, after the response ended, he was no longer able to obtain any additional information.

Now, it's like watching a long video whose footage is filled with footage of a posed reality TV.

She sees a petite woman talking to a gold-masked man in the study, hears her friends call her Xio, and realizes that she is looking for a Beyonder potion that matches the Sheriff's potion.

Only after the two women returned home did Klein feel regret that he failed to identify their address. "Recording" thus ends.

Watching the golden color gradually disappear, he nodded his head while thinking. He vaguely understood why such an anomaly appeared.

In other words, the power of purification helped me maintain a suitable passageway? Thirty pounds Xio was worth it. I wonder when I can keep it myself. Klein shook his head and smiled. He took out a pen and paper to continue to know where Ian Wright was.