The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 68's

At dusk, the sunset casts long shadows of chariots and horses.

After telling Benson and Melissa that he was having dinner at the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein headed to the harbor with Old Neil by public train.

He was wearing cheap formal attire, afraid that conflict would break out in such a complicated location—if he damaged his tuxedo that he took care of with great difficulty, he would probably burst into tears.

When the sunlight seemed to light up, the carriage stopped. Old Neil, with his usual classic black robe and black hat with rounded ends, ignored the gazes of others and walked diagonally to the Evil Dragon Bar in front of them.

Even though the bar was a bit far away and its heavy doors were tightly shut, Klein still heard wave after wave of lively shouting. They seemed to encourage a hero.

As he approached, he suddenly felt something. He looked towards the warehouse across from the bar. He saw a burly man wearing a uniform standing in a hidden corner on the roof.

The man carried a large grayish-white mechanical box and held a thick rifle in his hand.

The grayish-white mechanical box was clearly connected to the same colored rifle through a pipe.

"Vapor-pressure weapons?" Klein muttered in shock. He looked at Old Neil and said, "This bar can really obtain such a weapon?"

It was a military-controlled item!

Despite using the extracted phlogiston 1, the size and weight of the steam backpack was still staggering, something only a true blood and iron fighter could withstand. The rifle had a very high muzzle velocity and a shocking destructive force as well.

Matching to the appropriate scope, it was almost equivalent to a lower sniper rifle.

"What?" Old Neil narrowed his eyes as he looked up, also looking puzzled. "Did something happen here?"

Something has happened? Klein scanned his surroundings and found several more men holding rifles over and over again who were looking for something.

"What's going on?" Old Neil approached the bar and asked the muscular man who was guarding his door outside.

The muscular man clearly knew Old Neil and smiled wryly.

"The bar was almost destroyed before.

"It turns out there's a fugitive here trying to buy materials and get recognized. And this is the consequence. O God, what did he do, and how dangerous was he to receive such treatment? My feet were limp at the sight of all those firearms, limp instead of having spent the whole night with Ginger Sunny!"

He did not know the identity of the person being sought, let alone know that the people who came to buy the materials had Beyonders mixed in.

"The man who was wanted? Do you know his name?" Old Neil asked with interest.

"I think it's Tris or what?" the muscular man replied doubtfully.

Tris instigator? Klein nodded in enlightenment, having understood what had happened.

Tris had no idea that Joyce Meyer had suspected her; therefore, she immediately sauntered into the market to buy materials without heeding. He was likely recognized by an informant from Machinery Hivemind or Nighthawks, resulting in an intense clash.

"Has he been caught?" Klein tapped on his black, silver-encrusted staff.

Based on the situation around him, it doesn't seem like…

The muscular man shook his head slightly and pointed with his chin to the roof of the warehouse opposite him.

"He rushed out before those scary people arrived. Damn, I've never seen a man run faster than him!"

You've never seen the skills of an actual Assassin, or you might be taken somewhere indescribable for further re-education.

"Is the market still open?" Old Neil changed the subject and asked.

"It just recovered the operation," the muscular man replied firmly.

"That's great." Old Neil sped up his pace and extended his right hand, pushing the heavy door open.

Klein followed closely and walked in. He almost fainted from the tightness and smell of alcohol flooding him.

In the middle of the Evil Dragon Bar was a fist ring. Two half-naked men were in an intense fight and around them were dozens of customers shouting and cheering on the side they supported without being less vulgar.

Old Neil ignored them and led Klein around the boxing ring and walked into the billiard room in the back.

In the billiard room, there were two people holding a billiard stick, chatting casually. When they saw Old Neil enter, they instantly fell silent for a few seconds.

After confirming the identity of the visitors, they stepped aside and let Old Neil and Klein pass through the secret door behind them.

After passing through several rooms, the scene before Klein's eyes opened. He looked at a place that was the size of a lecture hall from his previous life.

Some merchants have set up roadside stalls with bottles and cans everywhere. Passersby walked past them, either observing their belongings, chatting, or comparing prices.

"They have to give five percent of their profits to Swain. Ah, he is the boss of Evil Dragon Bar, the former captain of the Mandated Punisher forces and older than me. He was someone who wanted to drink to death," Old Neil explained in a chatty manner.

Klein thought and gave an honest assessment.

After all, his only expenditure was to provide shelter and protection.

"If there are items that interest you but you are short of money, you can borrow from Swain. But of course, he was wearing a very high flower.." Old Neil was speechless as he gritted his teeth.

As expected, it was like running a casino, they would give riba... Klein held his staff and looked around while asking curiously, "Mr Swain is a Sailor?"

The captain of the Mandated Punisher squad is likely Sequence 7.

"No, he's just Folk of Rage. Tingen was not a coastal city, so the Church of the Goddess was much stronger than the Lord of Storms here." Old Neil scoffed. "Actually, Swain had the chance to become a Sailor, but out of fear of losing control, then she chose to give up."

Just as Klein was about to ask if the bar boss had the experience of almost losing control, he suddenly felt a strange phenomenon occur to his left.

There seemed to be something hidden there, muttering and recounting.

Klein turned his head and saw a pale young man. He was wearing an old linen shirt and blue jeans that the working class used to wear. His eyes looked demoralized with a hint of madness, and he was constantly muttering.

"His spiritual perception is very high....or perhaps, distorted?" Klein furrowed his brows and muttered.

The young man's spiritual perception triggered his own spiritual perception!

In general, the spiritual perception of feeling something causes some interaction. It was almost impossible to hide it from others, but "other people" referred to Spirit Medium who had expended their abilities, as well as a powerful figure with similar special properties. A Beyonder like Klein would be really hard to detect, only detecting if one's spiritual perception reached a certain high level, or abnormal distortions occurred.

They made eye contact and the pale young man with black hair randomly walked towards him with an expression as if he was half-walking and half-crazy.

He stopped in front of Klein and looked at him.

Suddenly, he laughed.

"Haha, this is the smell of death, death.. Ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted tragically. His eyes were tightly closed as the liquid with the color of blood flowed out.

"ah! Goddamnit!" The young man closed his eyes and hugged his head. He struggled on the ground and only calmed down after a while. He then lay there panting.

During the entire process, not a single customer or seller of the stall turned his head.

Klein pressed his halved hat and looked at Old Neil. Klein's mouth opened wide in shock, using his actions to show his surprise and to ask for advice.

"Don't mind him. He's Ademisaul, an orphan, nicknamed 'monster'. He was born with a high spiritual perception, and he could always see things he was not supposed to see, hear voices he was not supposed to hear. Therefore, he was always blabbering and was often injured." Old Neil shook his head as he explained.

Does he know that my body was dead? Klein furrowed his brows and lowered his voice as he asked doubtfully, "Did the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind never think of bringing him in?"

"No, we don't have any Sequence potions that are suitable for him," Old Neil said with a sigh.

Right, he was born with a starting point of half an Order .. Klein asked again curiously,

"What sort of sequence is suitable for him?"

"The 9th recruit that suits him is called a 'Monster.' His name comes from there. Too bad only the Life School of Thought had control over the beginning of the Sequence line," Old Neil replied softly.

He tried to keep the conversation between him and Klein from the people around them to avoid leaking information to fans of mysticism.

School of Life Thought? Klein recalled the information he had read before.

Secret organizations emerged in the early times of today. Its true origins are unknown, but most are passed down through teachers and students.

Their theories and beliefs are almost unknown. Klein only knew that they separated the world into three layers: the definite rational world, also known as the world of absolute truth, the spirit world, and the material world.

Rumor has it that a secret organization once produced the soothsayer.. Isn't that the Sequence Path that relates to the Diviner? Confusing, completely puzzling, Klein shook his head and saw Ademisaul struggling to get up and then walked to another corner.

He rearranged his thoughts and followed behind Old Neil. They walked past one stall after another. There are plants such as moonflowers, lemon fringes, vanilla nights, and mineral resources such as silver, topas, ruby, and so on.

"It's really very well equipped .." murmured Klein softly.

Lovers of mysticism of all ages and genders around will stop, distinguish, or speak occasionally. It gave the area a bustling vibe.

"Hand own streets. I'll pay my bills." Old Neil pointed to one of the two rooms at the end.

"Good." Klein nodded without thinking.

He walked up with his black staff and arrived in front of a stall selling homemade talismans. He watched her carefully for a while.

Just as Klein was preparing to talk to the seller, he suddenly heard someone ask at the stall behind him, "Is this powder being ground from the paeonol cow teeth?"

Cow tooth paeonol? Isn't that one of the additional ingredients of the Audience potion? Klein thought, then turned to look at the questioner.

Justice had repeated the formula of the potion several times, so Klein had a very clear impression of the potion. A substance considered by 18th-century chemists to be present in all combustible objects, and released in combustion.