The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 234's

It was the same dream prophecy, but this time Klein saw more.

The first scene was a small, dark, squalid room with Ian Wright sleeping soundly in a bunk bed.

The second scene was the same sewer they both visited. Ian crouched down in front of Zreal's mutilated body, stretched out his hand to brush two rows of white teeth, and plucked out one of them.

The third scene is a busy and noisy road. The passers-by were all wearing ordinary clothes, some of which could be said to be old and tattered.

In the middle of the road, there is a garden and lawn, surrounded by a low chimney that is billowing smoke. Ian, with his old coat and round hat, cautiously watched as he entered the telegraph office not far from the center of the road. Diagonally opposite it is the mall entrance to the steam metro.

The image quickly becomes transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped his index finger on the edge of the long bronze table and made an initial assessment.

From those teeth and telegrams, it seems that Zreal and Ian are not just a duo of detectives involved in a dangerous situation. They have the organization behind them!

I should be able to determine where the third scene is …

Klein was in no hurry to analyze it deeply, as he did not want to stay too long above the fog.

Leaving behind the high back seat belonging to The Fool, he went into a corner, rummaged through the paper bag he had put there before, and discovered the characteristics of the Meursault Beyonder.

Holding a red object like a jelly, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement: "Name the appropriate potion."

As he silently recited the statement, he held the Beyonder characteristic with one hand and a piece of paper with the divination statement in the other. With the help of Cogitation, he fell into a deep sleep.

In a gray and dreamy dream, the nine-clothed ambassador, appeared again before Klein with his thin and thin face.

Holding a bottle of red liquid, he said to Meursault, "Drink, drink this Hunter potion, and you will rule the Zmanger gang. Of course, money is also indispensable, as Emperor Roselle— once said stick in one hand and carrot on the other."

"Hunters? Backlund was a huge metropolis." Meursault frowned and asked curiously.

For someone as illiterate as him, the hunter was associated with the wilderness and animals.

The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, "The biggest city is the biggest dark forest.

"Here, everyone has two identities. One, the prey, and the other, the hunter.

"Even the weakest hunters are hunters. It was possible that they might injure a stronger prey.

"Go, join this incredible hunt."

…

The scene shattered and turned into countless specks of light. Klein stared at the dark red Beyonder characteristic in his hand and said to himself inwardly, So it's a Hunter potion. No wonder Meursault was so good at fighting. He even used a blowpipe to shoot a poisoned arrow.

No wonder how he can track me here …

However, he did not seem to fully understand the essence of being a Hunter. He had not set any traps before or used any weapons. He didn't use his advantages.This was partly because he didn't know that I was also a Beyonder, who just happened to be Sequence 8. He underestimated me. It was also proven that he had just consumed the potion…

The Hunter Path was used by the former royal family of Intis, the Sauron family, and the rulers of the Feysac Empire, the Einhorn family, as well as a secret organization, the Order of the Iron Cross and Blood, which appeared in the last two to three centuries. . Considering his attire, the identity of the ambassador could basically be confirmed .. a high diplomat of the Republic of Intis, an ambassador of the Kingdom of Loen …

I wonder what the important item he is trying to get is …

As his thoughts churned, Klein wrapped himself in his spirituality and began to descend rapidly.

As soon as he returned to his room, he immediately checked his surroundings warily, but he did not notice any unusual changes.

Phew. Klein sighed without a sound. He felt a little more confident that he would be able to gather the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow afternoon.

He rummaged through the Backlund map he had bought in the steam locomotive, looking for a telegraph office that was along the subway line, which was not far from the middle of the road.

There were only a few subway lines in Backlund, so Klein quickly identified three targets: one in West Borough, one in St. George Borough, and one at the intersection of East Borough and Backlund Bridge.

He recalled how most of the hikers in his dream dressed to determine their socioeconomic status and arrived at the final answer.

Third place!

The place where East Borough intersects with Backlund Bridge!

Sometimes, interpreting revelation requires a lot of practical knowledge and the ability to deduce, add more to the content written on a piece of paper.

I don't know where Ian is. I haven't seen him since we found Zreal's body. However, I found out through my own channels that Ian Wright had appeared in the telegraph office on Bacardi Street.

After he finished writing, Klein did not fold the paper and put it away. Nor did he burn it with his spirituality. Instead, he let it remain scattered on the table, freely revealing its contents.

After taking a deep look at it, Klein returned to the bed and took off his clothes to sleep.

Outside the tightly shut curtains, a red moon peered out from the cloud layers, shining brightly and perfectly.

…

In a house in Hillston Borough.

Fors, who was not sleeping with Xio, suddenly sat down and placed his hand on his head.

Fors stuck to his ears and constantly rolled around on the bed, as if he was holding back an illusionary mutter.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, and veins protruded on the back of his hand.

His body randomly stiffened or rolled. Her originally seductive and lethargic pale blue eyes were filled with pain.

In the depths of that pupil, countless layers of light and shadows seemed to appear.

"No!" Fors was finally unable to hold it in anymore as he let out a lowly tragic cry.

His hand stopped covering his ears and was forced to pull his hair, as if he was going to fight the pain with pain.

After a few minutes of wriggling, he finally stopped.

He let go of his hand, saw a handful of slightly curved brown hair, and weakly laughed at himself.

"I lied to Xio, telling him that muttering every full moon doesn't have much negative effect on me. At least losing hair is a serious problem…"

With great difficulty, Fors sat down and looked at the curtain that covered half the window. Through it, he could see the dreamy red moon outside.

"It gets worse every time. Will I lose control next time because of this ..." Fors could no longer suppress the weakness he had buried deep in his heart.

He had attempted to separate himself from the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spiritual world, but that no longer resulted in the loss of murmur during the full moon.

He had tried to use tranquilizers, had tried to name the God of Steam and Machines, had tried some ritual magic, but that did not change the fact that he had gradually slipped into the abyss.

“If only I could understand what the whisper said.. I want to die knowing, and not be buried without a clue... M-maybe, I might be able to hear it more clearly after advancing to Order 8? But I've never met anyone who sells Trickmaster potion formulas." Fors looked out the window in a daze as his eyes were dyed red by the moonlight.

…

On Monday morning, Klein woke up earlier from his restless sleep and got out of bed.

He went to his desk and began to pull the curtains and open the window to let the light and wind into the room.

At that moment, he saw the paper on the table in the corner of his eye.

It faces the window, retaining its original place.

However, Klein clearly remembered that before he went to sleep, this piece of paper faced the chair and the bed!

It flipped and changed orientation after a night's sleep!

Klein's pupils constricted as he suddenly reached out and opened the curtain. He saw that the oriel window was still tightly shut, not even letting the wind in!

Without the wind, the paper had spun a hundred and eighty degrees by itself!

No, someone came in without me noticing! Klein felt a chill run down his spine to his head.

He was surprised that he did not notice it while sleeping!

This meant that he was almost at the mercy of others, and his life and death depended only on the other party's mood and thoughts!

Was it a member of the military's special department, or was it the powerful Beyonder sent by the ambassador? From the fact that the paper was not returned to its original orientation, it was more likely to be the last, showing a certain degree of warning… Should I thank him for his kindness? No, there must be a reason why he didn't do something that could be done so easily? Klein could not help but think of countless excuses.

The reason he wrote those words last night and spread the paper on the table, was to let others see it. He wanted to tell the ambassador what he wanted to know and postpone the possibility of retaliatory actions until the matter was resolved so that he himself could have more time to prepare.

However, Klein had predicted that the other party would sneak into the room as he exited, and when the surveillance of his house by the special military department would be reduced. Who knew that the person in question could pass Beyonders around him and quietly enter the bedroom while he was still sleeping.

The feeling that his fate was being controlled by others was extremely uncomfortable!

A very powerful Beyonder or with a very strange ability.Klein turned his back and faced away from the oriel window and took out a penny of copper.

"Someone sneaked into this room last night."

…

He quietly shouted the statement, and with the help of his concealment body, he flicked the coin.

The coin fell in the air and fell without exceeding Klein's shoulder height and landed on his open palm.

This time, the number is facing up.

That's a negative result.

No one sneaked into Klein's room last night!

The paper would not turn around for no reason. Could it be that it was sleepwalking? No, I was even able to stay awake after the Captain invaded my dream. Klein suddenly frowned and thought of two possibilities.

First, the forecast was interrupted and resulted in misleading results.

Two, the person sneaking in is not a human!