The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 304

White Feathers?

Looking at the grave without a corpse, Klein suddenly thought of a word: "Angel!"

In the canon of the seven great Churches, they were filled with legends of Angels and Saints. The first has one feature—a pair of clean white wings on its back, and as many as two, three, or even six pairs of clean white wings.

However, in the blink of an eye, Klein recalled something else

Mr. Azik once described his dream to him—which seemed to indicate a different life.

One of the sights is inside a dark mausoleum. There were many ancient coffins opening beside him, and in the coffins, there were corpses with white fur growing from their backs!

Is this a special characteristic of the Deathly Path, or a strange phenomenon caused by the Diocese of Numinous? Klein did not say a word as he held back his emotions and calmly looked at the white feathers stained with yellowish oil at the bottom of the grave.

His initial assessment was that the old man was not an angel, because the terrifying Sequence 2, or even Beyonders Sequence 1, would definitely produce a powerful effect on their surroundings when they died. For example, a Sacred Artifact, the ashes of a Saint who had been stored behind the Chanis Gate of Tingen City, would extend a thin, black, line, and an almost invisible cold to seal the people and things around.

Of course, maybe also he did not really die.. He was like Mr Azik? Klein leaned over and took out three white feathers with his black gloved right hand.

He planned to do a divination over the gray fog when he returned home.

At that moment, Kapusky came to his senses, rushed to Klein's side, and looked at the grave with a hint of fear.

"Where's the body?"

Klein looked at him and said in a low voice, "Maybe he went alone"

"He went alone .." Kapusky repeated in horror, now fully aware of how horrible the dead were to resurrect.

Her legs trembled as she muttered to herself, "But I didn't use the resurrection ritual on her."

Klein turned around and looked at him for a few seconds.

"Death is not the end."

"Death is not the end.. Death is not the end.." Kapusky was quite afraid of his own beliefs as he said, "A-will he come back?"

Well, the copper whistle had summoned a messenger that might be appropriate to the old man. In other words, by giving a letter to the envoy, it was equivalent to sending a letter to the old man—a man who had been dead for almost half a year, I wonder where she went and in what kind of circumstances she was. In response to Kapusky's question, Klein gave her an indifferent reminder.

"Don't blow that copper whistle again."

"You mean the copper whistle will pull it back?" Kapusky asked in horror.

Before Klein could answer, he asked again, "B-can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tussock River?

"If you can't, I-I'll do it myself."

Are you not interested in the philosophy of death? Klein railed as he reached out to pick up the Kapusky copper whistle.

He planned to send a letter to the dead man when the conditions were right to see what would happen.

Of course, the prerequisite for all of this was that he was convinced that there was not too much danger involved.

After instructing Kapusky to fill the grave again, Klein had a brief conversation with him about the "Dance of the Spirit" and the corresponding knowledge of mysticism, enriching his own knowledge. He also asked Kapusky in detail how he laid the old man's body, face down, according to his last words.

Under certain special circumstances, using the "Spirit Dance" to replace part of the intricate arrangements for ritualistic magic would be more effective and simple, Klein warns Kapusky to stop dabbling in the so-called resurrection ritual.

Later, he left his way through the park and took a long detour via train to the East Borough.

After changing clothes back to his previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered his bedroom. After a series of actions, he carried three white feathers and a Kapusky copper whistle over the gray fog.

Sitting in the high back seat of The Fool, Klein juggled pen and paper. He wrote a divination statement that he had long thought of: "Originally."

Then, he held three white feathers and leaned back in his chair.

As she sang without a sound, Klein entered dreamland. It was a grayish-white blur all around him.

In this world, there was a rich darkness without light. Suddenly, the darkness was dyed with a deep red color. A pale and thin hand stretched out from the yellowish-brown ground.

A figure slowly rose. He did not lift the stone slab, but he pierced through the ground directly.

Under the red-red moonlight, the clothes on the back of the figure were tattered, and the white feathers grew one after another.

The white-haired man tilted his head, revealing red spots on his face, as well as his empty and emotionless eyes.

He began to walk, struggling through the surrounding fence, heading deeper into the darkness until it disappeared far away.

The dream was shattered and Klein woke up.

White feathers grew from the back of the corpse.The circumstances resembled those of Miss Sharron, but were clearly different as well. It gave off an extremely heavy and corporeal feeling. There seems to be a phase between the human body and the spirit body in a semi-natural and incomplete transformation? A messenger connected to the real world and the spirit underworld? Klein tapped on the end of the long table and thought for quite a while.

Then, he estimated whether there was any danger in using the copper whistle he had received from Kapusky at the time and received a positive answer. Next, the spirit pendulum moves with great amplitude and high frequency.

Too bad I can't directly use the copper whistle over the gray fog. The envoy would not be able to enter at all; otherwise, there would be no danger. After muttering to himself, Klein descended through the gray fog and returned to the real world.

…

Early in the day, in the relatively refreshing forest of Empress Borough.

The pharmacist, with a round face that was in his thirties, appeared in a remote corner and stored the herbs he had planted secretly into the leather bag he was carrying everywhere.

After completing the mission for the day, he straightened his back, and he began to stretch his body. He muttered to himself with great satisfaction, "Of course, my physical condition has improved.I am no longer like before where I am relatively resistant to toxic elements.

"However ... Why is the Beast Tamer my 8th Order? What does this have to do with pharmacists?

"Then, will my Sequence 7 be able to tame and use humans?

"The old man didn't even tell me the name of Sequence 7, nor did he give me a formula. When I'm stable, I should try to reach him."

The apothecary started punching and kicking to get used to his strong body. He only stopped when he was completely exhausted.

Whoosh... While panting, he began to consider a serious matter: How should the Beast Tamer act?

"Beast Tamer... How? Find an animal and tame it?" As the Pharmacist muttered to himself, he suddenly felt something and looked towards the artificial lake.

There was a huge golden retriever running happily.

The big golden retriever seemed to notice his gaze when it suddenly turned to look at him.

As their gazes met in midair, the huge golden retriever froze for a moment. Then, nimbly turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace.

…

In the luxury villa of the Hall family.

Susie returned to the piano room and sat down beside Audrey's feet, her tongue sticking out while panting.

He waited until the blonde girl finished playing a song before saying with fear, "Audrey, I met a scary guy.

"That's scary!"

"Is that so? What does he want to do to you?" audrey asked, curious and worried.

Susie thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either. In short, he is very dangerous. That's my intuition."

"What does she look like?" Audrey considered letting the guard and waiter warn the man.

"I didn't see it clearly. I feel like he's my natural enemy!" Susie answered seriously.

Your natural enemy? The dog-type enemy? Audrey gave a closed smile.

"Susie, don't go into that forest for now."

"Well, Audrey, is your mood bad? I can tell from your pianom music," asked Susie.

Audrey nodded gently and said, "Yes .. I just received word from Glaint that Fors and Xio wanted to let me know that tonight's meeting has been canceled. I originally planned to exchange some Beyonder ingredients for you."

And also try to connect with people from Alchemist Psychology.

"Why?" Susie asked, confused.

Audrey thought for a moment before replying, "Said as a result of a serial murder."

…

On Saturday morning, the Backlund air was as bad as ever.

Klein was trying to make a noodle dish that he liked to eat as a child. For this, he bought a higher quality flour, added water and sugar, and mixed it to form a thin "pasta" pan.

Then, he poured the oil into the pot and moistened its surface.

After the oil heats up, he takes some flour paste with a spoon of his soup and pours it to the side of the pan, rubbing it thinly.

Amidst the hissing sound, he spread out a few slices of bread, and the aroma of flour gradually emanated.

As he was about to finish, he took out soft pieces of bread, one by one, and placed them on the plate. Then, he added water and turned the remaining ingredients into dough.

As soon as he returned to the dining room with flatbread and "pasta", Klein impatiently tore off a piece and put it in his mouth.

The flat bread slice only had a rich wheat aroma and a sweet taste that stirred up his appetite. It was simple and plain, but it was very delicious.

This is the taste of my memory. Klein quickly ate, occasionally drinking a mouthful of pasta.

Just as he was about to finish eating and started to slow down, the doorbell suddenly rang.

New commission? Klein took off his napkin, wiped his hand, and got up to go to the door.

Before he touched the handle, the shadow of a visitor appeared in his mind.

It was a middle-aged man with a white sideburn, a thin face, and an incredible temperament.

It was a private detective, Isengard Stanton, who could get an invitation from the police!

Why is he here? Klein opened the door confused and asked with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Stanton. Is there something?"

Isengard took off half his hat and smiled.

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty. I want to work with you. I'm sure you're a great detective. After all, you previously managed to lead the investigation all the way to the East Balam Pier and Pier Union alone."

"Cooperate?" Klein did not hide his surprise.

Isengard tapped on his black staff and replied in a deep voice, "To find the serial killer behind the recent series of serial murders.

"Police already offered a 2,000 pound reward."