The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 76's

Bang out!

The silver bullet crossed a short distance of several meters and accurately pierced the neck of the matching clown. A large amount of blood spewed out, dyeing his skin and bow tie red.

A suitable clown was unable to let out a cry as his throat seemed to be producing a gasping sound. He wanted to raise his arm to divert his fatal wound, but his joints looked like glue. His movements were slow and faltering.

Bang out!

After entering a half-Cogitation state, Klein was not surprised by the appearance of blood. He pulled the trigger once more calmly, as if it was his usual practice every day.

A terrifying hole appeared on the clown's forehead which matched when a red color was spewed out. The gleam in his eyes dimmed as the power of the complicated revolver was much higher than Klein had imagined.

As his knees bent and his arms drooped, the matching clown slowly fell to the ground. His eyes froze with a confused look.

His body twitched a few times before slowly relaxing and stopping moving.

After giving a headshot, Klein turned around in a cold manner. He turned his revolver and let the empty shell fall.

Then, in black formal attire and his half hat, he walked towards Aiur Harson. He took out the last silver demon hunting bullet in his pocket and stuffed it into the revolver room.

The reason why he did not turn around to see the tragic fate of the matching clown was solely due to his discomfort with his first murder. However, it is necessary. He had no idea what would happen if the matching clown was under the full control of the puppet.

Furthermore, he did not dare to risk entering the effective distance of Sealed Artifact 2-049. After all, no one knew if something strange was going to happen that prevented his self-rescue luck-enhancing ritual from failing.

As for the item on the clown that matched, Klein only cared if there was a so-called Clown herb formula or relevant clue. However, this was not something he was in a hurry to do. In a few moments, he can do it with Dunn, Aiur, and his friends. If the Nighthawks have it, it also means he has it. There was no way they wouldn't want to share the formula of the potion Order 8. At most, he would be required to gather his contributions from time to time. After all, he had just become an Astrologer recently; it would still be a long time until he digested it completely.

As his thoughts churned, Klein quickly walked next to Aiur Harson. The man with his gray jacket struggled to sit down but failed at every attempt. He was covered in dust and mud from falling.

"Mr Harson, what do you need me to do?" he asked while crouching. He pointed the gun in his hand at the ground in case of a misfire.

Aiur gasped and sighed.

"The monster is too strong; if it were not for its weakness…"

Then, he pointed to the sky blue metal bottle beside him and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "i tried to consume medicine, but my hands trembled …"

The sky blue bottle was the size of Klein's finger. The length was no more than five centimeters and the hat that hid the spiral pattern fell to the side. The liquid was completely spilled.

Klein reached out to take the bottle. As he looked at it with narrowed eyes, he replied helplessly, "Mr Harson, there are only a few drops left in the bottle."

"Go to. Borgia and find her body. In his pocket." Said Aiur while panting.

"Good." Klein stood up and casually asked, "Is this a restorative medicine?"

Items of mysticism?

"No, it just has a certain restorative effect. Its main purpose is to stimulate our minds and squeeze out our potential. It allows to maintain a decent state for a short time until we return, where we can receive treatment." Aiur tried to sit down only to fail again. "His name is Goddess's Gaze. Remember to let Borgia drink half a bottle."

Klein did not delay any further as he turned around. He quickly arrived at Borgia groaning in pain. He found a uniform sky blue metal bottle from Nighthawk's pocket.

After removing the lid, he carefully brought the bottle closer to Borgia's mouth.

After feeling it, Borgia tried hard to open her lips.

The bottle was lifted as a deep red liquid flowed in Borgia's mouth.

Klein estimated the number and stopped just in time. He then reassembled the lid.

The cure is rather effective. Borgia only took a few seconds after drinking to regain the spirit in his eyes. Next, he whispered, "Thank you."

With that said, he pressed down on the ground as he slowly sat down. He first dealt with his injuries before walking over to the unconscious Lorotta and Dunn. Then, he took the Goddess's Gaze out of his pocket in the latter.

Klein returned to Aiur's side and gave him the remaining half of the bottle.

After Aiur was panting a few times, his actions suddenly became more nimble. He stood up as if he had never been hurt.

"I'll help Borgia. Help your partner." The man with the charm of the middle-aged man pointed towards Leonard Mitchell.

Klein doesn't mind that. He turned around and ran to the "poet," Leonard.

"no need. I can drink it myself." Leonard, with his disheveled hair, smiled as he lifted the sky-blue bottle.

Upon seeing Leonard nimbly get up by pushing with one hand, Klein, who wanted to sneer, was suddenly dumbfounded.

Leonard's injury is lighter than I thought…

He had the ability to take medicine from the very beginning!

It also meant that he could see me walking counter-clockwise as I performed a fortune-raising ritual!

No, it's still fine.I've chanted in my heart and the luck enhancement ritual doesn't seem strange in any way, or a clown that fits won't fall for it …

Just as Klein's eyes narrowed slightly, Leonard, who was walking towards him, stopped beside him and chuckled softly.

"I wanted to save you but you didn't need it.

"Don't mind that. There are many special people in this world who can always do things that no one else can do, like you…"

"…and I." Leonard smiled as he passed Klein and walked over to Dunn and Lorotta who were rising up.

Narcissist Klein thought to himself as he felt much more relaxed.

From the looks of it, Leonard Mitchell hid a little secret, he saw Captain Dunn wearing a cloth and taking the Antigonus family notebook covered in yellowish-brown blood.

The cover of the notebook was made entirely of thick black paper. It was engulfed in the aura of an ancient and distant time with no signs of softening or decaying. It was almost identical to the one he saw in his dream. He even suspected that opening it would only make him see the Fool wearing a nice headgear.

However, he soon realizes that he is thinking too much because Dunn has opened a notebook to make a final confirmation.

Klein was unable to discern the words on it due to his poor point of view, but he was sure that there was no image of the Fool with his beautiful clothes and beautiful headdress.

"Ahems. There's nothing wrong with that." Dunn closed the notebook and held it safely. Then, he looked towards Aiur and the comrades. "Let's keep this notebook and the Closed Artifacts 2-049 behind Chanis Tingen Gate. We can wait until you all recover or Backlund sends someone."

After hearing that, Klein felt a little disappointed once again, but also felt pleased. He wanted to look at the Antigonus family notebook once again and find out the reason for the death of the original Klein, Welch, and Naya. However, he also felt that the ancient thing was filled with misfortune. It often brought calamity, so he did not dare to touch it.

Handing it over to the Church headquarters and sealing it was considered the best option.

"Good." Aiur Harson, Borgia, and Lorotta nodded in unison. They then turned around and arrived beside the Closed Artifacts 2-049.

They woke each other up and stuffed the returning puppets moving into the black coffin with gaps as they watched him closely.

"Everything's back to normal." Aiur sounded a little more relaxed.

Inside the dimly lit black chest, the puppet wrapped in oil-stained cloth overturned with its creaking body as it aligned its clown-painted face with a light source.

On the sinister face, under the black eyes without pupils, two almost invisible red cracks appeared.

Meanwhile, Dunn, Leonard, and Klein, who have gathered their courage, begin to search for a suitable clown corpse. They found paper flowers, handkerchiefs, poker cards, broken glass, and all sorts of weird stuff.

However, regardless of that, he did not seem to carry anything of value or any potential clues.

Hmm, other than a wallet with seventy to eighty pounds and ten plus soli.

With the thought of money, he immediately looked down and examined himself. His face almost fell down literally.

His formal suit that cost several pounds was torn at five to six points that needed to be fixed as it rolled around on the ground. Moreover, it was covered with dust and dirt stains.

Dunn glanced at him as the corners of her lips curved upwards.

"Losses during the mission can be replaced."

Replaced ... After hearing the term "created" by Emperor Roselle, Klein immediately felt extraordinary.

Yep. These suits only need to be cleaned and repaired properly before they can be worn again. Will stay neat…

When the replacement comes, I can buy another set and I can take turns wearing it!

Hmm, I'm not the type of person who uses replacements for something other than the one intended to …

However, I should consider getting a set of clothes for future battles, such as a black jacket like Captain … Ck, has a reason why that bastard, Leonard, does not like to wear formal suits because he has such considerations…

"Let Frye take care of the body. We'll see if he can find out what that guy looks like or find any relevant clues." Dunn touched the clown face paint that matched her gloves.

Then, they searched the deepest warehouse and saw there were patches of bloody flesh that looked like they were being crushed by boulders. They also saw one after another white bones scattered everywhere.

"Ray Bieber absorbed the power in the notebook through an ancient ritual, just like how we would consume a high level Sequence potion. Such rituals are full of danger. It had to be done in an isolated environment of all distractions, and the ritual would require him to sleep soundly for a period of time. Maybe that's why she hasn't left Tingen." Dunn guessed the possibility after checking the warehouse.

After hearing such a description, Lorotta laughed. His black hair was in stark contrast to his pale face.

"Unfortunately, we woke him up early. His anger at being woken up really left a deep impression on us."

"It's kind of lost control" Dunn looked at Klein and told him, both as an explanation and as a lecture.

"Why didn't she leave Tingen and try to absorb him somewhere else?" ask the confused Klein.

Aiur laughed and pointed to his head.

"People who are affected by ancient or evil forces are often lacking in this department."

At that moment, Dunn took a breath and said while hiding her pain, "Leonard, you're still in good shape. Stay here and do not let ordinary people get close. We will all immediately look for items among the remains of Ray Bieber. . We will be back with them and the Closed Artifacts, as well as the Antigonus family notebook. We'll then ask Frye, Royale, and the police to come here."