The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 303

 North Borough, Aulka Street.

Kapusky Reid was sitting on the recliner in his activity room, deep in thought. In front of him was a fireplace lit with charcoal.

As a senior educator in public school, she receives a salary of more than four pounds a week, which is enough for a bachelor like her to live quite well, but the clothes she wears at home are patched up, and the tea cup on the table looked very simple.

Without taking off his wig, the most striking thing about Kapusky was his tall cheekbones and his puffed-up chest—deformity where the breastbone protruded out.

On his knee was a book of poetry in ancient Feysac, but he did not turn a single page even after some time had passed.

Kapusky's eyes were unfocused as he stared blankly as he suddenly heard a light laughter in his ears.

"i'm very curious why you didn't run away and chose to stay home. Aren't you afraid the police are coming for you?"

His voice was low and hoarse, like that of a boy whose voice was hoarse at puberty.

Kapusky shuddered and almost jumped from his lazy chair.

He suddenly turned his head to look and saw there was a figure sitting on the sofa a few steps away from him!

The figure was wearing summer clothes—a linen shirt and thin trousers. His face was blurred and unclear.

"W-who are you? What are you doing here?" Kapusky asked immediately while gripping the armrest.

Klein, who had used his hallucinatory power, leaned back, crossed his arms, and casually said, "Last night, heh, it should have been earlier this morning, I saved all of you."

"Save us?" Kapusky relaxed slightly when he realized that the intruder did not seem to mean anything evil. "You're the guy in the woods? You're the one who took care of the body we woke up?"

As he spoke, he moved awkwardly, showing obvious fear.

He could infiltrate without me noticing when I woke up. I definitely would not be able to resist.

"You guys are lucky enough because I happened to pass by; otherwise, there would only be corpses strewn on the ground in the forest—corpses that would be bitten to shreds." Klein laughs. "The answer to my question earlier, I was very curious as to why you stayed home. Do you know what crime you have committed?"

From the way he performed the resurrection ritual and the reactions he had before and after the ritual, Klein had confirmed that Kapusky was a novice who had no means to hide his true emotions. Therefore, he intended only to use Spirit Vision and interrogation to resolve this matter. At most, he would verify it with a prophecy at the end.

"I-I know, secretly bought a corpse and robbed a corpse from a grave. These are all crimes that could put me in jail for over ten years. Moreover, I will definitely be punished by the Church." Kapusky, who did not look thirty years old, took a breath and said with a wry smile, "However, as long as I don't cause too much trouble, no matter what, those kids and their parents wouldn't complain to me because they did the same thing. Even if they wanted to get a lighter sentence by assisting the investigation by turning themselves in, they would still end up in jail for some time."

"God." Kapusky laughed self-deprecatingly. "Some kids have told their parents who I am. They got gangsters to warn me to resign within a week and stay away from school.I agree."

Klein gently nodded his head.

"Changing the environment is a good thing. Of course, don't do anything similar again. Witching stupid kids to do evil is a heinous act."

"i won't, never will again. I never imagined that it would be that dangerous. I just saw that they had the same interests as me, that is why I want to teach them and lead them to seek the secret of immortality. As for digging graves, many doctors did it a long time ago." Kapusky sighed with lingering fear.

The color of his emotions matched his current state of mind.. From his voice, he did not seem to be a member of the Numinous Diocese.. Klein thought for a moment, then he bluntly asked, "Where did you learn the Spirit? Dancing from?"

"Spirit Dance? Ah, I used to call it the Death Dance." Kapusky was startled at first before he realized. "An old man taught it to me."

"An old man?" Klein.

Kapusky's mind became swayed as he recalled his memories.

“He's a bum. He fainted in front of my house because he was very sick.

"At that time, I didn't know that she was sick. I thought she fell unconscious, so I helped her go home. I gave her a warm towel and applied ointment to her.

"After he woke up, he told me not to send him to a hospital or clinic and death was not the end.

“i experienced the death of my parents and some relatives and was very interested in such things. So, I chatted with him and found out that he had a deep knowledge and an admirable philosophy in this field. He seems to be very satisfied with my curiosity, and even does wonders of killing mosquitoes and waking them up."

I have read at least ten novels with the same opening in my previous life. It was all a novel about bringing old grandfather, who was on the verge of death, home out of kindness, only to meet by chance.

"So you left it at home?"

Kapusky nodded solemnly and said, "Yes. If not for the lack of time, I would even want to become his student.

"During those few days, he taught me a lot of knowledge and the Dance of Death. Unfortunately, this period of time was too short. As soon as I built up momentum, he died, leaving only a copper whistle."

Before he finished his sentence, Kapusky took out a beautiful copper whistle that did not look old.

"Here we go."

I also have one.. Perhaps in the Ancestral class.. Klein railed, and he seriously asked, "How long has it been? What does he look like? Where did you bury him?"

It was not Mr. Azik, but it was likely that he was a member of the Numinous Diocese and not someone of low Order.. Klein changed the subject and asked, "In addition to the Spirit Dance, you also studied the resurrection ritual?"

"i just learned half of the ritual.I used some scattered knowledge and folklore to slowly refine it bit by bit," Kapusky replied very honestly.

Fix it based on folklore? Oh, that poor black cat, may the Goddess bless you. Klein resisted the urge to draw a red moon on his chest.

"What else?" he's pressing.

"Yes, and this copper whistle.I think it's the key to communicating with the world beyond our senses." Kapusky picked it up and blew it, sighing. "Every time I finished blowing it, I could feel my surroundings turning cold. As if someone was watching me and tugging at me…"

As he spoke, Klein, who activated his Spirit Vision, saw a water pattern coming out of the ground. Cold air spread beside him, and the fire and light dimmed slightly.

Next, a skull with three protruding and unfocused eyes emerged from the ground. Around the skull, there were many black jointed tentacles.

An outstretched tentacle, touching Kapusky's feet and tugging at his clothes from time to time, seemed rather impatient. However, Kapusky did not respond at all, as if he did not notice it.

Is this a messenger? The copper whistle was used to summon the appropriate messenger .. What does it mean that you called him without giving a letter? Klein was stunned by this sight.

At that moment, Kapusky looked at him excitedly.

"Do you feel it? The environment is cold! The gas lamp has also dimmed!

"I'm not lying! Someone noticed me and pulled me!"

The gruesome-looking messenger tried to touch Kapusky, repeatedly, but in the end, he did not receive a letter and returned "underground" resignedly.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at this scene. She whispered to herself in her heart, I took back what I said about her. He's not a rookie, he's really a noob.

He's not even a Beyonder!

I thought he was someone who had just stepped through the door of mysticism to learn the basics, but now, it seemed like he had not even found the location of that door…

The Corpse Collectors of the Death Sequence pathway could all see ghosts and spirit bodies directly…

Combined with how Kapusky acted by using a copper whistle to command the zombies after the ritual, Klein was convinced that he was not lying. He breathed in silence.

Then, he thought of a question, If I write a note and hand it to the messenger, where will it be sent?

A true member of the Diocese of Numinous? Some senior members?

Suppressing this thought, Klein nodded and said, "It has indeed become cold."

After answering, he quickly changed the subject. "Have you felt anything unusual since the old man's death?"

"Eh.. Not before, but in the last two weeks, sometimes I feel someone around me like a dead body—type that can be awakened." Kapusky asked with curiosity and fear, "Is this a hallucination?"

This is in line with what Adol said. He did not lie. Klein stole a glance at the color of Kapusky's aura and sincerely told him, "I suggest that you go to the cathedral at least three times a week for the next two months, attend mass, and say "I suggest that you go to the cathedral at least three times a week, and listen to sermons.

"If you don't want to do it, you can first prepare a grave for yourself."

“Alright..” replied Kapusky, feeling disappointed.

He thought that it was a manifestation of his improvement!

Klein pondered for a moment and said in a commanding tone, "Take me to the old man's corpse."

"Ah? Okay." Okay." Kapusky was about to refuse, but then he immediately recognized the reality of the situation he was in.

He picked up his equipment and took Klein out of the back door of the kitchen, into the withered garden, and stopped in front of a sloping tree.

Klein stood beside him and watched Kapusky skillfully dig the ground, revealing the slate underneath.

After finishing with the top layer, Kapusky used his tools to open the slate.

Ow hell!

The slate was pressed onto the ground that had been dug up just a moment ago. The not-so-deep tomb was shrouded in a red moonlight that faintly pierced through the clouds.

Kapusky subconsciously turned his head when he suddenly let out a pitiful scream, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

There were no dead bodies or decaying bones in the tomb. The bottom layer is littered with white feathers, stained with yellow oil!