The Lord Of The Mysteries
Chapter 73's
Under the illumination of the afternoon sun, Klein in his dust-coated clothes quickly turned his revolver barrel to release his own safety. He took a shooting position, letting the light bounce off the bronze body of the revolver.
He held the revolver with one hand, and moved his other arm, carefully paying attention to anything that could happen around him.
At the same time, he was a little worried about Captain Dunn and Mr. Aiur Harson. After all, both of them were Nightmare Beyonders who specialized in influencing enemies from the shadows. He did not know if they were proficient in direct combat.
As Klein was considering this, Aiur Harson slowed down, his expression becoming calm and peaceful.
He opened his mouth and recited a peaceful poem, a poem that seemed to put someone in the night.
"When the sun sets in the west, the,
“And pearl dewdrop on the night chest;
"Almost as pale as moonlight,
"Or its companion star,
"The evening primrose is reopened
“The soft material becomes dew;
"And, like a hermit, avoid light 1"
…
Recitals echoed around them. Klein almost lost his tensed feeling and completely relaxed.
He was lucky to have experienced something similar before and did not face Aiur Harson. Thus, he quickly calmed down and entered a half-cognitive state to combat the influence of the poem.
Phew. He no longer doubted Dunn and Aiur's direct fighting abilities.
Since he had just advanced recently and still did not have a deep understanding of the Sequence potion, Klein had forgotten that the Nightmare of Order 7 was the advancement of the Midnight Poet of Order 8. They can retain whatever abilities they had before and, in fact, enjoy a slight improvement in their abilities.
The impression Klein had of the Midnight Poet all came from Leonard Mitchell. He knew that this "job" inherited the unique nature of Sleepless. They are good at fighting, shooting, climbing, and feeling. They are also adept at influencing the living beings around them through the use of various poems. In simpler terms, they are ruthless poets.
As Aiur was reciting his poem, the huge wooden crates stacked around him seemed to suddenly ripple like water. A man wearing a black tuxedo and a halved hat appeared.
But this man's face is painted in three pastel— colorsred, yellow, and white. The sides of his lips curved up high like clowns, forming a silly contrast to his formal attire that was suitable for attending dinner parties.
Thump! Thump! Thump! The black-haired Lorotta who was introduced as a sniper charged forward quickly. He had a gun in one hand and clenched the other. He made it within inches of a suitable clown in a few steps.
The matching clown seems to be affected by Aiur Harson's poem. His body swayed, and he had a peaceful expression in his eyes. He has no desire to retaliate.
Lorotta tilted her body with a fist maneuver as she retracted her fist, then punched towards the face of the matching clown.
Bang out!
The air crackled as the matching clown suddenly shattered like a mirror, its pieces quickly evaporating and disappearing into thin air.
At this moment, a matching clown quickly appeared once again in the shadow of the wooden crate a few steps away. A line of matching clown figures quickly appeared again.
The person under the influence of the poem was just an illusion! It was a show!
The matching clown grinned again. It looked funny as he pressed his halved hat with one hand and brandished the finger gun with the other.
Bang out!
Gunshots were heard from the finger gun. Lorotta fell to the left and rolled around on the floor, dodging the attack.
But nothing happened, except a fake shot.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
Dunn and Aiur each raised their weapons and shot steadily. Suitable clowns dodge shrewdly, sometimes to the right and to the left, sometimes rolling on the ground. It was as if he was an acrobat in a circus.
Suddenly, Lorotta surprisingly charged forward again. Despite being called a sniper, he still used his fists.
Bam!
A suitable clown could not dodge the attack in time and could only raise his left arm to block the fist.
Seeing the clown stop, Dunn and Aiur did not hesitate to aim and pull the trigger.
At this moment, the arm that the clown that was suited to resist Lorotta's fist lit up with an orange-yellow flame.
In an instant, a flame enveloped the matching clown and spread towards Lorotta.
Bang out! Bang out! Dunn and Aiur fire their revolvers, hitting the fireball.
The flames lit up quickly and immediately, all that was left was the black ash floating in the sky. But a suitable clown once again appeared behind a pile of wooden crates nearby.
He raised his right hand and pointed the finger gun once more.
Bang out!
Amidst the illusory shot, Lorotta suddenly stopped in her tracks. He did not attack forward. Mud splattered in front of him as bullets appeared.
A suitable clown no longer gave off illusions with this attack!
It is difficult to distinguish real from false, reality from illusion.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
A suitable clown shoots Dunn and Aiur repeatedly while hiding and appearing at random.
Upon seeing this, Lorotta narrowed her eyes and lifted the dull golden revolver on her left hand.
Bang out!
After rolling a few times on the floor, a suitable clown climbs a pile of wooden crates with monkey agility. He fired an air bullet from his finger gun from a high place.
Aiur Hanson took a few steps back and lowered his weapon. He started his recital once again.
"Spending its beautiful blooms at night, the,
"Who, close your eyes to her sweet caress,
"I don't know the beauty she has."
…
A suitable clown jumps repeatedly between the chests. He suddenly raised his hand to scratch his ear and looked at Aiur with a cute smile.
Could he have blocked his ears? The Sequence potion possessed by the Secret Order was really strange. Klein observed the fight from afar as he made a surreptitious guess.
Just as his thoughts flashed through his mind, he suddenly saw a figure appear at the top of the warehouse beside him. Next, it walked straight inside where Ray Bieber was hiding.
The figure was wearing a grayish-white uniform, which the workers wore at the dock. His face also appears painted red, yellow, and white.
A suitable clown was responsible for distracting the Captain and the others while someone else took the diary? Klein instinctively raised his right hand and shot the figure on the roof.
He had just taken aim when the figure suddenly crouched down, going from running to rolling on the ground.
Bang out!
Klein did not stop pulling the trigger. He saw the figure suddenly stop, blood was rushing.
The figure looked at him in shock. While enduring the pain, he continued to charge into the warehouse.
It felt like a lucky shot.Klein moved his lips and pulled the trigger once more. This time, a bullet hit the wooden roof beside the figure.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
Leonard and Borgia also shot but did not hit the numbers.
Klein wanted to criticize how poor their shooting skills were compared to his when he suddenly stopped pulling the trigger.
Absolutely right! Why should we stop him?
Didn't I guess that there was a great danger in the warehouse just now? Wouldn't it be nice if we let that person be the vanguard and step on the landmine for us?
Leonard and Mr. Borgia must have had the same idea…
With this in mind, Klein raised his revolver barrel and shot into the sky.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
As the sound of gunfire rang out, the figure managed to reach the deepest region of the warehouse unhindered.
He lunged down, slamming into the roof as he fell with the roof collapsing.
Immediately after the commotion, Lorotta's black-haired eyes suddenly turned black. His left hand started to make strange interesting movements.
The act of jumping a suitable clown suddenly came to a halt as his ankles seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand.
Dunn did not shoot and instead pointed her gun down.
He opened his mouth and just by using his spirituality to echo the air around him, he let out a strange, faint and ethereal sound without using his throat.
“Such is it blooming as the night passes;
"When the day looks out with eyes open,
"Hitting at that gaze cannot avoid,
"It fainted and withered and disappeared."
…
The suitable clown suddenly became limp, as if he had lost the will to live.
Aiur Harson raised his gun and aimed, his finger directly pulling the trigger.
In that split second, there was an abnormal and tragic wail coming from the warehouse.
"Aah!"
The shout contained an overwhelming fear as if he had discovered an extremely frightening matter.
The hair on Klein's body stood up. The tragic cry suddenly stopped as silence was restored in the deepest part of the warehouse. It was a skin-piercing silence.
Bang out!
Exposed to that cry, Aiur only managed to shoot the stomach of a suitable clown.
Haaa... Haaa! The silence once again broke from the deepest depths of the warehouse. What should sound soft panting. It reached its peak which tensed everyone's nerves.
Thumping! Thumping! Thumping! Thumping! Thumping! Thumping!
Inside the black coffin, 2-049 had reached a frenzied state.
Adapted from the Evening Primrose by John Clare.
