The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 263's

Under the dim red moonlight, Klein pulled his blanket and got up.

For an Astrologer, giving weight to a dream is a basic requirement, and the dream he has just experienced can never be ignored as a simple nightmare.

Dressed in relatively comfortable clothes, he came to the front of the whole body mirror and said in a low voice, "I dream of a blood-stained door in that room."

The figure of Miss Bodyguard slowly outlined herself on the mirror. He replied expressionlessly, "The influence of the evil spirit aura.

"It will weaken gradually until it disappears."

Klein slightly nodded and returned to the side of the bed. He took out a gold pocket watch and opened it.

Seeing that it was still morning, he lay down to sleep. This time, he no longer had the same dream as before.

Sunday morning the next day, in high spirits, Klein made a boiled egg for himself with butter bread.

In the Loen Kingdom, or rather in the countries of the Northern Continent, it was a must for men to read the newspaper at breakfast, and Klein was no exception. He opened his subscription newspapers—Tussock Times, Backlund Morning Post, and Backlund Bulletin.

“RUU UPT Unpad has been officially passed by the DPR. The first exam is held in early December, and the second exam is in late January next year. In a week, the government will announce the positions and requirements involved in this exam and begin the registration process…” Klein scans the contents, takes his cup, and sips it. His Sibe black tea.

Inevitably he thought of Benson and thought to himself, The Bill was passed at the end of September. Positions will be announced in early October, and registration will be completed in early November. Exams will begin in early December.The time is tight and very unreasonable. That implies how rushed the King and the Prime Minister are to enact this.

But it was profitable for Benson. He prepared two months earlier than the others; even if he could not compare to the elite graduates of the university, he would definitely be able to defeat most of his competitors, he said, and the position that the elites were aiming for would not clash with him.

She should be fine…

Klein wanted to pat his chest four times to draw a red moon and said, "May the Goddess bless him," but then he remembered that Miss Guards was nearby and resisted that urge. After all, he claimed to be a believer in the God of Steam and Machines.

After finishing his last mouthful of bread, he continued reading the newspaper.

"The two DPRs have passed the National Atmospheric Pollution Council Bill, allowing the government to form such an organization .. The coming month will be a critical period for various parties to become council members …"

"… The independent Alkali Industry Public Prosecutor has been approved with the aim of minimizing pollution levels in acid and alkali plants."

"… The fifth page has no ads for purchases from Ernst Firm. No need to consider participating in the Beyonder meeting tomorrow night …"

…

Tingen City, 2nd Street Daffodil.

Benson read and reread the news in the newspaper, forgetting the bread on his plate.

"PNS Integrated Test RUU certified?" Wearing a long black dress, Melissa looked at her brother who was acting strangely.

Newspapers from the past few days have been playing with the Bill that will be passed this time.

Benson finally put down the newspaper, wiped his black hair, and exhaled slowly.

"Yes." Yeah."

At this moment, the two of them suddenly fell silent. The room was completely silent, there was not even the sound of knives and forks colliding with the dinner plate.

That indescribable atmosphere was broken by Bella, the waiter who came out of the kitchen. Benson smiled and said, "This is foreseeable. Actually, the most important thing is the previous news."

"Oh?" Melissa's expression was very calm.

Benson bit his bread and smiled.

“The news of Backlund Polytechnic will be restructured into a university.

“Next year will formally accept students. There is no need for classical grammar and literature tests, but it will focus on the technical aspects. It is suitable for graduates and students of engineering schools everywhere.

"Melissa, I think you can try."

"But ..." Melissa subconsciously replied.

Benson interrupted him with a smile.

"His tuition fees will be half as cheap from Tingen, Perth, Kboy, and Backlund and other universities. This is on par with the Constant Industrial University in Midseashire, and there will be more opportunities for scholarships. Melissa, right? engines, steam, and these things? This is the best opportunity for you to have access to a much more advanced and deeper knowledge.

“Try, how? Don't worry about wasting money. Even though that money can allow us to sustain our lives now without working, we are still young. We cannot define our lives like this. As you can see, compared to a few months ago, my grammar has improved greatly.

“Eh... It might be better if we change the environment.

"I know you can't bear to part with Tingen and this place. Well, we'll come back eventually, but not when we're young."

Melissa looked at the various components on the tea table as her lips moved several times and she said, "What about Bella …"

After Klein's death, she doesn't want to hire a maid anymore, but when she thinks of how tragic Bella's life was after she lost her job, she gives up on the idea. After all, spending an extra 5 solis a week was already meaningless for the Moretti family, who had an annuity of at least three hundred pounds.

For this, Benson shook his head and laughed.

"There's still a few months left before that happens. We can let Bella find a new job early. Before that, we'll keep paying him and give him a bedroom. Moreover, her cooking skills were much better than before, so she could apply to become a chef in one's home. What a shame. Heh heh. Of course, it all depends on the premise that you can pass the entrance exam at Backlund University of Technology."

Before Melissa could say anything, Benson smiled and touched her hair.

"i plan to resign tomorrow and will focus on preparing for the exam. Most of the positions are said to be in Backlund. That's my goal I wish we could go there together."

Melissa was silent for a moment before she slowly nodded her head.

At the same time, he put down his fork and knife, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Good." Benson watched his sister leave the dining table, and the smile that had been plastered on his face quickly disappeared.

He took out a silver pocket watch with a vine leaf pattern, looked at it up close, and sighed very quietly.

…

Throughout Sunday, Klein busied himself with the public library in Cherwood Borough to search for information related to the Viscount Pound, but the viscount family did not have a single biography, either, nor does it arouse the interest of any historian to conduct research.

They were scattered all over the historical record, and Klein, who had no "search" function to use, felt a throbbing pain in his head as he faced a large collection of books and essays.

He spent six hours browsing through a lot of information, but failed to find any useful information.

I must find someone who has a deep knowledge of the history of the nobility. Or I'll have to bribe someone in the police department to get Baronet Pound's address. He was a noble, and the police department should have a corresponding record, and not many nobles. When Klein reached home, he stood in front of the mirror and spoke into the air.

The surface of the mirror quickly outlined Miss Bodyguard's Gothic regal dress and the black hat on her head.

He slightly nodded, as if agreeing with Klein.

He then suddenly spoke in a dreamy voice, "The work period is over."

I know, three days are up. Klein thought for a moment and asked, "If I could get some pointers about the Pound family, would you like to know?"

Miss Guards did not reply but nodded small.

"Um... through Maric?" Klein asked.

After nodding her head again, Miss Guards bowed, lifted her skirt, and bowed.

His figure quickly disappeared, and the reflection in the mirror was no longer something special.

Klein looked around and did not relax because of that. He proceeded systematically to prepare dinner and fill his stomach.

He waited until late at night before returning to his bedroom and pulling back the curtains. Then, he took out an iron cigarette box and reached out to touch Rosago's Black-and-Black Eyes.

A series of illusory roars immediately rampaged through his mind, as if rummaging through his mind and destroying his mind.

With great difficulty, Klein endured the pain that made his head explode. Once again, he saw black threads spreading from various parts of his body.

They are dense and illusory, reaching out endlessly.

He quickly released his grip to escape the negative influences. After a minute, everything was back to normal.

Phew, I was finally able to ascend into the gray fog and verify the spiritual perception I had before. Klein quietly said to himself as he quickly set up the ritual, calling himself, calling himself, and respond to himself.

Then, in his spirit form, he carried Azik's copper whistle, took out an iron cigarette box, and returned above the gray mist.

Klein sat on the seat of honor at an ancient long table, using his fingers to create spiritual flames and burning blood-stained documents in corners and other items that were no longer needed.

When he finished, he opened the iron cigarette box and was surprised to find that Black Eyes had become silent, no longer showing any signs of insanity, but that corruptive influence was still settling inside. It was inactive, as if it was in hibernation.

"As expected, it is impossible to separate them directly .." murmured Klein. After which, on the other side of the ancient table, a man in a hooded robe appeared.

Just like the previous attempt to create a clone, this man was stiff and lifeless. It was clear that he was not someone real in an instant. There was no way he could fool the members of the Tarot Club.

However, Klein already had an idea about this.

He stretched out his hand and held the All-Black Eye. There was silence in his ears, and no more terrifying howls.

Using the characteristics of the collected Beyonder, he could see that there was also a black thread floating out from the fake body opposite him.

Soon after, Klein carefully let his spirituality spread through the All-Black Eye, touching some threads of illusion.

Suddenly, he felt like he was holding onto something.

With a thought from him, the fake man raised his hand.

It worked! I can use Master Nimblewright's ability to create fake Tarot Club members! However, this drains my energy.I cannot maintain the second .. Hmm, the symbol on the back of the chair will not change, but unlike Miss Justice and the others can see it … Klein happily practiced, over and over again, even learning how to manipulate his clone's throat and mouth to let him speak.

As his spirituality was about to run out, he smiled and said to the fake in front of him, "Welcome, new member. Which tarot card do you want to draw?"

After saying that, he closed his mouth. The fake person opposite him raised his hand to caress his chin as he laughed hoarsely, "The world!

"i chose the 'World.' card.'"