The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 276's

Sivellaus Prefecture was located to the west of the Loen Kingdom, across the Hornacis mountain range from the Intis Republic. And in Backlund, there is a street named after him, on the edge of Empress Borough, where the headquarters of the capital's police department are located.

Many people choose to settle here for peace of mind, and the Rafter Pound is one of them.

The baronet stood by a closed window in his warm activity room in Unit 29, in cotton-coated pajamas, staring diagonally across the street at the Sivellaus Yard.

She was in her early forties, but the side of her hair had turned white. He had puffy eyes and clear wrinkles on his face. His body constantly gave off the smell of alcohol.

On the floor behind Rafter lay some torn underwear, and opposite him was a burning fireplace.

The baronet raised his glass and gulped down the remaining liquid inside. Then, he walked slowly to the door and returned to his room to sleep.

Since there was no pipe to move the heat from the fireplace, he felt a bone-chilling chill in late autumn as soon as he left the activity room.

"Suck!" Rafter Pound cursed softly as he staggered to the room door and twisted the handle.

His bedroom was dark, with only a faint red light shining through.

Rafter was about to close the door behind him and fell onto the bed when his eyes suddenly froze.

A figure was sitting quietly on a chair beside the curtain!

The figure was wearing grayish blue pants and a hat. The entire person was completely hidden in the shadows.

Sensing the Baronet Pound's gaze, the man slowly raised his head and looked up.

His face was painted red, yellow, and white, looking like the funniest clown!

Rafter was about to scream and run when he saw a revolver being directed at him and heard two deep and raspy sentences.

"i advise you not to do anything unwise.

"If you cooperate, I won't hurt you, and I won't take your stuff—if you still have leftovers."

Rafter Pound's expression changed several times, and he obediently closed the room door. Then, he half raised his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You, what do you want from me?" He hiccupped in a drunken state, and his body trembled slightly as he reminded, "Sivellaus Yard right across the street!"

"I know, but I think I'm closer to you than you are to the Sivellaus Yard." Disguised as a clown, Klein had changed his voice and tone as he warned, "And my goal is just to ask you a few questions."

Before he came to the Sivellaus Road, he had predicted whether there would be any danger in making this trip in the mysterious space above the gray fog and had obtained the answer that it was perfectly safe.

"Questions?" Rafter's lips quivered with a bitter laugh, "Here we go again.. Will I never be able to escape this nightmare?"

"Are there a lot of people coming to you with questions?" Klein continued his topic.

"No, not just a question! After my uncle, the esteemed old viscount, died, too many things had happened to me. The friendly old butler resigned for no reason and disappeared. Those maids and maids would change one after another without warning, becoming foreign and cold. They're looking for something, yeah, they're looking for something, I haven't even ten years back then. All I could do was watch, and I didn't dare tell anyone. I'm afraid that I'll never wake up again!" Rafter replied as if he was on the verge of collapse.

Lookingfor something? Are they looking for underground structures, or Pound family treasures, such as Beyonder characteristics and mystical objects buried near evil spirits? The royal family and the church must be aware of this because the higher-ups must know about the Law of Conservation and the Undestruction of Beyonder Characteristics! Since the Pound family was destroyed, these items should have been taken back, right? Unless the old viscount paid a heavy price and bought some other rare Beyonder characteristics and mystical items of the same Order to hide the problem of the underground structure, he made a lot of guesses.

He looked relaxed, but in reality, he could attack at any time.

"How long has this been going on?"

“Now, I don't know. There are faces around me that I don't know. How can I be sure that the remaining people are also not conspiring?” Heh heh, I pretended not to notice anything. After shaking for several years, I was persuaded by them to do some drinking, *3**, gambling, smoking marijuana, and all sorts of things that made me look like trash!" Rafter Pound laughed a little crazy. "They' were finally relieved and no longer noticed me. When I sold that house, wussss! They all left, not knowing where they were going. No, they must still be secretly watching me, preventing me from calling the police. Right, they won't let me call the police!"

This guy has some mental illness .. I don't know if what he says is right or wrong. In his aura, the discoloration of his mood followed logic, but what if he only felt that he had let down the old viscount and fantasized over the entire series of events like this to find the reason for his slump. Then, he would keep telling himself until he was completely convinced.As a capable keyboard warrior, Klein, who knew little about everything, had seen similar cases in his previous life.

After thinking for two seconds, he asked, "What are these people asking you?"

"They asked me how the two old viscount children died. They asked me what abnormal behavior the old viscount had for so many years.I wasn't even ten years old back then, so I didn't know anything!" Rafter waved his hand and growled softly.

"Calm down, please calm down." Klein lowered his left hand and tried to ascertain whether the Baronet Pound knew the underground structure through various angles.

Time just passed when the question and answer session happened. Klein said in a hoarse voice, "You don't seem to know anything.

"i'm so sorry to bother you, but it's time for me to go."

He stood up, bowed slightly, and looked very polite.

When he saw the intruder was about to stand tall, he immediately returned to his previous appearance of sadness, anger, madness, bitterness, and neuroticism.

At that moment, a mysterious voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Dark red!"

Klein injected spirituality into the Sleeping Spell and threw it at Rafter with his unarmed left hand.

Amidst the crisp crackling sound, a strong sense of tranquility spread out, enveloping the baronet, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily and fall weakly onto the bed.

"sorry. Previous questions for comparison of what will happen next. Next is the process of entering the dream and channeling the spirit." Klein patted Rafter's pajamas, and with his hands on his chest, he made another bow.

Then, he used a Dream Spell and entered Rafter's dream like a Nightmare.

In the gray, fragmented, constantly wrinkled world, Klein calmly walked beside Rafter, the, watching him looked at the blank faces of the servants and maids who had no facial features as they let out abnormal and frightening vibrations. He saw Rafter turning his head only to always see an old face silently staring at him, watching him curl up in a corner, shivering, and he was enveloped by shadows, bit by bit.

This matched what he explained earlier.Klein tried to direct his dream to understand the situation, but it was as if the Baronet Pound had a very serious psychological trauma over the matter. Every little stimulation would cause him to scream and run like a madman in his dreams.

This made it impossible for Klein to get any more information.

Therefore, he withdrew from the dream and cast another Sleeping Spell on the Rafter Pound before taking out the Amantha extract and other ingredients, in preparation to channel his spirit in the medium ritual.

After responding to himself, Klein's spirituality passes through a storm of thoughts and sees the illusory image of Rafter, an illusory image based on the Body of Heart and Mind.

"What did the old viscount say to you before he died?" Klein hesitated for a moment before asking.

Rafter Pound confusedly replied, "He wants me to look after the family."

"What else?" Klein asked again with a deliberate tone of affirmation.

"He wants me to remember the glory of the ancestors" Rafter replied flatly.

Klein nodded and asked, "What are those people looking for?"

"i don't know." Rafter gave the same answer.

Klein continued to ask and compare it to the answer Pound had said earlier, eventually coming to the conclusion that the Baronet Pound was not lying, and what he had just said was true.

At this point, he did not stay any longer. He passed through the storm of thoughts and allowed his vast spirituality to return to his body.

Furthermore, Klein methodically tidied up the scene and threw the Azik copper whistle several times, using his nature to interfere with the investigation of possible predictions.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Baronet." After doing all this, Klein bowed once more.

Then he turned around, opened the window, jumped into the street, and disappeared into the night.

After a while, Rafter Pound suddenly opened his eyes.

Around those light blue eyes, there was a broken circle of capillaries!

He flipped himself over suddenly and looked at the open oriel window.

…

After making a long detour to the East Borough, Klein washed his disguise and changed into regular clothes. As if nothing had happened, he returned to 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.

He did not rest, nor did he think about what he should do with the underground structures. Instead, he once again entered the fog.

At the end of the ancient long table, Klein slowly opened his palm, revealing a few strands of brown hair. It was Rafter Pound's hair, the hair he collected while Rafter was sleeping.

There was still a final step—confirming with a prophecy over the gray fog. Klein secretly muttered to himself, then he conjured a pen and paper. He wrote the content he had thought of before:

"The Future of Rafter Pound."

I want to see what will happen to you in the future to confirm the past! Klein leaned back in his chair and started reciting the prophecy statement.

Since the ancient structure involved six orthodox gods, he was afraid that there would be problems if he foresaw something directly, so he changed his way of thinking and helped Rafter Pound ask about the future!