The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 326's

Klein wanted to ask if Aaron or his family brought home something relatively more unusual—like a rather dirty rag doll—before the unfortunate incident happened to him.

But once those words reached his mouth, he suddenly felt that it was too direct and could easily reveal the fact that he knew a lot about mysticism. Although this could be explained by the fact that he was experienced and knowledgeable, he did not need to take any risks.

Instead, he took a more twisted approach and asked Dr. Aaron did his family suffer the same bad luck.

Upon hearing his question, Aaron Ceres carefully recalled and said, "No, unless a steam locomotive accident happens to them as well, they are the same as before. Most of the time, they don't experience anything very lucky or unlucky. . The rest could be said to be of both types, so they couldn't be considered very unlucky."

That was not true .. If it was an item that needed to be sealed like the Puppet Cloth of Misfortune, it would definitely affect people within a certain distance, and the two of them had formed a strong connection? In the Vision of Spirit Klein, Aaron's aura and mood matched his physical and mental state, and there was nothing special about him.

He asked after some thought, "Are there any co-workers in the hospital unlucky like you?"

"No, so I thought I must be cursed by someone." Aaron pulled his bow tie, looking anxious and agitated.

Under Talim's curious gaze, Klein thought for a moment and said, "Before you became unlucky, did you find things that were relatively foreign, like cutting yourself? In folklore, blood is a powerful medium through which curses can form."

"After I suspected that I was cursed, I have confirmed this.I have not lost any blood in the past three months," Aaron replied with a heavy mood while holding his knife and fork.

It was a little strange... I could not do a more complicated prophecy in front of them. Klein asked again, “Then, is there another strange thing?”.

"Aaron, think carefully. Things like this can't happen for no reason. Have you offended anyone recently? Or are you a hindrance to others?" Talim echoed with concern.

Aaron stared at the food on the plate and thought hard. Klein also did not remain silent. He took care of his food before it became cold and unpleasant.

By the time he started to enjoy dessert, Aaron finally raised his head and said, "i'm not a friendly person.I don't have a good relationship with my colleagues, he said, but it was hard to believe that they would come up with a way to curse me.

"Well, after your reminder, I remember something. It may have something to do with mysticism."

"What's that?" Klein and Talim's spirit was lifted at the same time.

"Before my constant bad luck, I was in charge of a patient, a child who was not even ten years old. He's very pathetic. Due to some complications, I had to amputate his left leg." Aaron nudged his glasses and recalled. "i just became a father not too long ago, so I was always filled with sympathy for the misfortune of a child. Every time I checked the ward, I would chat with him, encourage him, and comfort him."

After a pause, Aaron's mind turned more fluid.

"i remember that it was the day before his surgery.I specifically went to his ward to look for him, and he was really angry. He was playing tarot cards, which he brought with him when he was hospitalized.The family was not even allowed to take them away.

"To calm him down, I started playing tarot cards with him.

“At that time, I pulled the card. It was an upside down Fortune Wheel.

"The boy looked at me and said with a pure and innocent smile, 'Doctor, your luck will get worse.'"

"Doctor, your fate will get worse .." Talim took a breath and said, "Why do I feel that such scenes and words make my body feel cold … Did the kid die on the operating table?"

Aaron shook his head.

"The operation was a success. It didn't take long for him to get out of the hospital. He even specifically thanked me.

"So, I never expected this, but now that I think back, I find that this is the only time in the last two months I have come into contact with something related to mysticism. No matter what, regardless of whether it was useful or not, tarot cards were still used for divination."

At a certain point, a brass coin appeared in Klein's hand. It bounced and rolled on his fingertips, seemingly symbolizing the analysis process of a "famous detective."

The coin was flicked upwards and fell into his palm. Klein glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and asked, after "terminating" his thoughts, "Who's the boy's name? Where does he live?"

Aaron replied without hesitation, "His name is Will Auceptin. As for where he lives, I don't remember.

"What's your advice, Mr Detective?

"Do you know any experts in the field of mysticism?"

Klein took a sip of his black tea and said with a smile under the expectant gaze of Aaron and Talim, "My advice is to go to the cathedral of the god you trust, he said, tell the bishop about your recent misfortune, and then ask him if he has a solution. Aaron, I remember you're a believer, eh—Dewi Overnight, right?"

He almost said Goddess, but fortunately, he remembered his identity as a detective who believed in the God of Steam and Machines.

"However, my prayers to the Goddess, my participation in the Mass, and the donations of money and belongings were all in vain.I think I should find some capable fortune teller." Aaron disagrees with Detective Moriarty's advice.

Talim echoed with a nod, "Yes, the gods won't care if you're lucky or not. Luck is a blessing, and misfortune is a test."

"These suggestions are based on very simple logic.

"If—and I mean if—ada mysticism is useful and effective in this world, then the best is definitely the seven Orthodox Churches. Otherwise, they will long be replaced by other powers that rule over mysticism. .

"If there is no true mysticism, then finding a fortune teller or shaman will not help. It would be better to see if there was a solution to this problem with the help of relatively higher-ranked bishops."

Aaron carefully analyzed the situation and finally nodded.

"That makes sense.

"Maybe I will need the bishop's help to deliver a message to the Goddess to protect me."

No, speaking accurately, with the bishop delivering the message, the Nighthawks will be able to see the abnormality in you.

He had no intention of helping Aaron himself, because in order to solve the problem of luck, other than finding the root cause of everything, he had to prepare a certain ritual.

Ignoring the fact that Klein did not know the actual luck enhancement ritual, and even if he did, he would expose his Beyonder power to someone he did not know, which would increase the risk for no reason.

Since I can get the Nighthawks to take on the role of helping you, I don't need to do it myself. I just don't know if the problem comes from the boy or the tarot card in his hand. If it was the latter, then it might be a Closed Artifact that suited me. Klein shook his head, suppressing his greed and emotions.

At this moment, Aaron had already made up his mind. He looked at Klein and smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. Even though you don't know mysticism, you rely on strict logic to give the best advice."

Yeah, I don't know mysticism.

"Call me Sherlock, Aaron."

Yes, ever since I stopped being a Nighthawk, the composition of my mystical knowledge has become increasingly foreign. On the one hand, I have grasped some secrets related to High-Sequence and gods, and on the other hand, I have only comprehended the more basic ritual magic. Among the more complicated ones, I only know the ritual of sacrifice and the ritual of bestowal. As for the talisman, all I know are the three .. Klein sighed to himself, feeling the urgent need for a more comprehensive and profound book of mysticism.

As for the knowledge required to separate the Beyonder characteristics from the spiritual damage of the evil god, he did not have any clues at the moment.

…

After a short nap at the club, Klein took a public train to Rice Circus near the Tussock River in Cherwood Borough.

Today is not a holiday nor is it a weekend. There were not many visitors in the circus, and the clowns responsible for entertaining and entertaining the visitors all looked lethargic.

Passing between the Divination Lodge and tents selling pies, pancakes, fruit pies, and alcoholic beverages, Klein walked along the edge of the circus and found a small theater. On the whiteboard at the entrance, it reads: "Non-holiday and weekend: four shows a day, one hour per show."

The first show in the afternoon is at two o'clock. It's just getting started.

After buying her ticket, Klein entered the theater and heard cheers.

At this moment, an animal trainer was on stage, holding a whip and ordering the black bear to perform in a very naive manner. Next to him lay a tiger, with yellow-black stripes crossing each other, and a dark-haired and curly-haired baboon.

Pa!

The black bear rolled awkwardly as its trainer whipped it.

"I told you, this guy wanted to slap you a moment ago!" In the front row of seats, suddenly someone shouted loudly, which immediately invited the laughter of a few spectators.

They thought it was a new way for the circus to entertain them.

However, Klein did not think so, as he noticed that the color of the coach's emotions was skewed toward anger and resentment.

He smiled and went to sit in the first row, watching the show on stage so as not to waste the price he paid for the ticket.

At that moment, the person who had just spoken shouted again, "The tiger wants to bite your neck, that curly-haired baboon wants to use you as a pillow!"

Amidst the laughter of the spectators, the actions of the beast trainer clearly stiffened.

Even though those words sound like they're causing trouble, why do I detect a warning sign… Klein looked over his shoulder at the speaker in the same row and saw that he was a stye-faced man in his thirties.

This tone, here. It's a bit familiar. Klein muttered inwardly to himself.