The Lord Of The Mysteries

300 Chapter

"What's really going on?" Adol muttered this question softly and realized that he could not remember what he had done the past few days.

He looked around while daydreaming, frightened, panicked, and confused.

"Who are you?

"Where is this place?"

"This is your bathroom. Don't you recognize him? I'm the private detective in charge of protecting you." Klein looked towards the teenage boy who was unaware of the situation around him and chuckled softly in response.

"My house .. Detective to protect me.. What really happened ..." Adol looked around in surprise and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he stopped; his already pale face was filled with a fear that could not be hidden.

"M-maybe there really are ghosts in this world! There really are ghosts!"

His voice trembled, but Klein could hear two completely different feelings from his voice—fear and excitement—and this was perfectly illustrated by the color of his emotions.

Passionate? Did this brat end up provoking ghosts because of his thirst for excitement? It was true that the young one was brave and not afraid of death. Klein made an initial guess, but he asked puzzledly, "Ghost?"

After becoming a Magician, his Spirit Vision had been slightly improved, but not by much. He was still unable to see the surface of the Astral Projection deep within Ether's Body and, thus, unable to judge whether his target was the Beyonder or not.

Adol's pale face suddenly turned red.

"Yes, ghost!"

He swung his hand and added, "There is a wider world beyond our senses! I'm serious! Death is not the end of everything!"

This sentence.He was indeed a teenager. However, it seems like I have seen similar words somewhere, “I believe in another saying—in the face of a time even more ancient than ancient times, even death itself will disappear. ."

Without waiting for Adol to say anything, he took out his gold pocket watch, opened it and said, "So, how do you make yourself to be like before? you're like a patient with a nervous breakdown."

"I .." Adol turned his head and thought for a few seconds, then he said, "I joined a society; it's not ordinary society! We all believe that death is not the end. We can use mysticism even to feel death directly, and understand that everything can be reversed. Yes, we believe that the dead can be raised!"

Klein, who had just come out of his grave over a month ago laughed dryly.

"You and the others are trying to bring the dead back to life?"

Death is not the end.The world is beyond the senses. Mystical sensing.. Isn't this the teaching of the Diocese of Numinous? These were all created to revive Death.He muttered to himself in enlightenment.

"Yes!" Adol nodded, his eyes bright, but could not hide his fear at all.

"Where did you get your body?" Klein.

“K-we will dig the grave secretly, which has not been buried for a long time, or buy it from the hospital.” said Adol recalls.

It was indeed a crime that could get you thrown in jail. No wonder Rogo Colloman did not want the police involved, "And did you succeed?"

"No... The way they looked at me during the last meeting was me-like they were looking at the corpse—as if they were wondering where to put their corresponding mystique… And then we danced the Spirit Dance and communicated with the outside world.with our senses, and k-then, I lost all my memories from then on.” Adol's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Spirit Dance? It was really the Diocese of Numinous ... This person became a test subject for his friends? Klein frowned and asked, "Your intention was cut off from that point until now?"

According to Nighthawks internal records, "Spirit Dance" originated from an ancient sacrificial dance popular in the Southern Continent. It was the ritual method that Death liked.

A "Spirit Dance" is the use of beats, rhythms, and movements to harmonize one's spirituality so that it can interact with the natural environment so that interaction with the goal of prayer is established. Then, combined with a simple altar setting and a corresponding honorary name, it could achieve a more complex ritual magic effect.

"Yes," Adol replied gently before she suddenly raised her head. "What day is it today? What time is it?"

"Friday morning, 1:12," Klein answered based on his memory.

Adol subconsciously took a deep breath and said, "i missed the latest meeting …

"They perform a revival ritual outside the Grimm Cemetery every Friday at three in the morning."

Grimm Cemetery gets its name because it is not far from Grimm Garden Street.

"You still want to go? Have you forgotten what happened to you? Oh, you actually don't remember, but you should ask your father, your mother, and your servant," Klein reminded the young man in front of him.

And I may not be able to help you any further.

After this incident, he discovers another weakness of a Witch, namely the lack of ability to deal with ghosts and shadow-related creatures. Only fire control barely counts. But once those creatures have human bodies, exorcism and purification become a problem, unless he wants to kill the ghost and the human.

Of course, Klein was not completely helpless in this aspect. He could perform ritual magic to do similar things, but it would be very troublesome. It would easily expose his identity and be no match for an actual battle.

After some thought, he finally chose to use the Azik copper whistle to lure the ghost out. Then, he controlled the flames to complete the purification.

However, the damage rate was not high. If he were to face a ghost that was a little stronger, it was possible that he could not handle it.

I still lack items or talismans related to undead creatures. If only I had Closed Artifacts 3-0782, the Sacred Emblem of the Mutated Sun.

Adol suddenly recalled his lost memories, and his face turned pale again. He replied in a trembling voice, "No, I don't want to leave! I don't want to go anymore!"

"It's so good." Klein smiled in support.

Adol looked at his face that contained not the slightest bit of fear, and subconsciously asked, "Are you not afraid after I said so much?"

He opened the door and walked out, wondering if he should make contact with the Diocese of Numinous. After all, this might involve the mystery of Mr. Azik's life.

Adol stared at the private detective's back in a daze. It took him quite a while to realize that there was no one in the bathroom other than himself. Moreover, the moonlight outside was so gloomy that it left a long shadow, making it seem as if something invisible was lurking and watching.

He shivered and hurriedly shouted, "Wait for me!"

As he spoke, Adol sped up his pace, rushed out of the restroom, and followed behind Klein.

He knows fear and worry. That meant he could still be redeemed.Klein muttered before putting his hand into his pocket.

When he returns to his bedroom, Stuart is unaware that Adol has changed for the better. He still wore a serious expression from the ghost story he had imagined himself, so he did not dare to walk carelessly.

After Adol fell asleep again, Klein took out a penny of copper and let it move between his fingers.

When it was almost 02:50, he threw a coin and grabbed it firmly before standing up and whispering to Stuart, "I'm going to head to the balcony to smoke."

"Hurry up," urged Stuart with a slight nervousness.

Klein put on his long dress and walked slowly out of the door towards the balcony at the end of the corridor. Then, he hid in the shadows.

Then, he took out a paper sculpture that was cut a bit rough.

Pa!

Klein violently shook his wrist, causing the paper to make a sharp sound. The paper quickly expanded and turned into a human.

That person was about the same height as Klein, a wax statue intrinsically carved with exactly the same facial features.

This is one of the uses of Paper Figurine Substitutes.

Soon, Klein focused his mind, clenched his right hand, and lightly patted his body.

Without a sound, the statue looked alive. There was even a cigarette with a bright red head in its mouth as the scent of tobacco smelled.

"By delegating this statue, this illusion can last half an hour!" Klein put on his gloves, reached out, and pushed himself before sliding down the balcony silently, avoiding the patrolling security officers.

…

Outside the Grimm Cemetery, in a remote forest.

Klein stood between the treetops as he looked at the relatively open and flat area not too far away.

Around it were green foliage and brown branches, but the surface was stained with gray dust.

From what Klein could see, there were about eight young men and women dressed in long black robes dancing and twitching around the corpses.

The dance was filled with rhythm, as if it had some sort of mysterious taste.

The girl flicked her long hair and the boy stretched out his hand while kneeling. This scene had a subtle connection to their surroundings. It is the rhythm of nature.

After they danced for three to four minutes, everything within a ten meter radius was affected by the wild and confusing atmosphere. The atmosphere gradually turned sinister, and there was a hint of divinity mixed within it.

It was truly the "Spirit Dance".. Ritual magic that even normal people could partake in. Klein shifted his gaze and looked at the black-robed man who was chanting a spell beside the corpse.

Previously, it was he who instructed the boy and girl on how to perform the "Spirit Dance".

She was supposed to be a member of Numinous Episcopate, with the most likely of being a Beyonder.

At this point, the dance reaches its climax. The black-clothed adult man raised his head and took off his wig, revealing a strange tattoo engraved on his bald head.

He raised his hand and shouted, "Die!

"Honorful Death!

"Will return!"

After she finished shouting, the dance stopped. Seven to eight young men stood on either side. They looked dazed, filled with anticipation, excitement, and fear.

Next, the man bent down and opened the iron cage at his feet, taking out a black object.

Klein looked up and saw that it was a blue-eyed black cat.

T-this works too? He was clearly stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he thought of various folktales related to the black cat. For example, if a black cat symbolizing the evil messenger of hell jumps over a corpse, the corpse will be awakened.

This was the first time Klein had seen someone using a similar method in a ritual.

The man stepped forward while restraining the black cat from wriggling before throwing it at the corpse.

Meow!

All the black cat fur stood upright while hissing and leaping over the corpse.

At that moment, Klein felt he could understand cat language. He believed that the cat must have said one word, "Fuck!"