The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 79's

Klein instantly felt his hair standing upright as the ice-cold hand tightened on his wrist. He instinctively pulled his wrist back in a desperate attempt to escape.

A heavy sensation befell him as Klein used every fiber of strength throughout his body to pull his arm back.

Bam!

The pale, naked corpse was pulled so strongly to the side that it fell off the autopsy table.

However, the grip of that icy-cold white finger remained firmly fixed on Klein's wrist.

Klein momentarily lost the ability to think; the only thought that came to his mind was to pull his gun and make a corpse puzzle in the hole.

However, as he was unable to retract his dominant hand, he threw his black stick and desperately tried to take the revolver from its sheath but to no avail.

At that moment, the corpse's eyes lifted, revealing a pair of calm blue eyes.

His mouth moved as he muttered, "Hornacis…"

After the three words were spoken, Klein was completely perplexed as he felt the fingers gripping his wrist start to loosen before falling limp.

The eyes of the matching clown were closed once again, as if nothing had happened at all.

If the pale corpse had not been lying on the stone floor, Klein would have imagined that he had been exposed to a hallucination spell.

He staggered back a few steps and felt most of his body tremble from shock and fear.

Phew.. Phew. Klein gasped for breath as he slowly regained control of his mental facility. He looked at the corpse on the ground with fear and fear.

He took out his revolver and carefully retreated from the room, step by step. After making sure that the corpse was not moving, he glanced at his wrist which was holding his revolver.

There were five deep red finger marks imprinted on his wrist. They secretly described the meeting.

Klein calmed down as vulgar words filled his mind.

God fucking. I almost died from shock!

After panting for more than ten seconds, he began to gather items in his mind to calm down quickly.

He carefully remembered everything he had met and put it together.

Although he did not understand the reason for the clown's "resurrection" being suitable, he actually noticed an important point. The corpse repeated the words "Hornacis!"

"It's Hornacis again." Klein furrowed his brows. "The Antigonus family's notebook has a record of the All-Night Nation in the Hornacis mountains. While in Cogitation or Spirit Vision, I would hear a voice that I should not be able to hear, and among those voices was the word 'Hornacis' … What is the answer to all these questions in the Hornacis Mountains?… For example, an evil god might be sealed inside and use various forms of 'attraction' to achieve freedom. "

While considering this, Klein carefully entered the room and touched the corpse several times to make sure that it was actually dead.

He didn't want Frye's Corpse Collector to see him mess up the place, so he gathered his courage to move the corpse back to the autopsy table.

Klein could not help feeling as if his heart was in his mouth during the process. The slightest movement could break his tense nerves. Furthermore, the ice-cold feeling given by the corpse felt extremely disgusting.

After completing the mission with great difficulty, he recalled the reason he approached the corpse. Therefore, he focused on matching clown wrists and looked at the strange brand.

It was unknown when the brand detached, shrinking into a blue ball-shaped blood clot.

A ball-shaped blood clot the size of a thumb. It floated in the air soundlessly contrary to the laws of physics.

"What's this?" Klein muttered, but he did not dare to touch her rashly.

He had no intention of hiding that strange blood ball. First, he did not know if it was a good or bad thing. Second, he was sure Frye, who had been examining the corpse, would long find the brand on his wrist. Even most likely he knew what a strange blood sphere was.

And even if Frye didn't know, reporting it to the Captain and letting the Nighthawks research it would have been better than me making a random attempt.

Being in an organization means that he must know how to make the most of the power of the organization.

Klein waited nervously for a few minutes before he saw the black-haired, blue-eyed, thin-lipped Frye return.

He immediately noticed the strange blood ball, and asked Klein the question he had previously asked himself.

"What's this?"

"No idea." Klein shook his head honestly. He told her what had happened without hiding anything.

"The brand slipped into a ball of blood.." Frye nodded, visibly lost in thought. "The Beyonder's corpse always tends to have some strange transformations …"

He looked up and said to Klein, "Bring the Captain here. Tell him about the contents that the corpse whispered as well."

"Good." Klein wants to leave.

"You don't have to go back with the Captain" added Frye. "i'm sure you won't like to see what happens next."

As he spoke, he took out a silver scalpel beside him.

Klein nodded with lingering fear.

"I wish you'd say that."

He took his staff, put on his hat and limped towards the Chanis Gate. In the Guard room, he saw Captain Dunn who was no longer weak.

"I will report the matter to the higher-ups and let the Holy Cathedral handle it. Maybe they'll send people to the main peak of the Hornacis mountains to see it."

Klein replied briefly as confirmation. Seeing that only Kenley and the Sleepless Captain were in the Guard room, he casually asked, "Are Master Aiur and the others resting?"

Dunn nodded and said, "Aiur and Borgia are in the Cathedral of Saint Selena. Lorotta's probably looking for a coffee shop."

"Coffee shop? Mrs Lorotta hasn't recovered from her injuries, has she?" Klein asked in surprise.

Dunn massaged the base of her nose and said with a laugh, "Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert, and waitress. He said he needed these three things to speed up his recovery."

"Servant?" Klein asked, confused.

Does Madam Lorotta have a particular fetish?

Dunn shook her head helplessly and said, "He likes servants. Yeah, that's true. Besides, he likes the big-breasted ones."

"… She's really weird." Klein did not know what kind of expression he should show in response.

Dunn did not delay any further as she headed to the Guard room. As Klein watched his back, he quietly waited for him to turn around.

Meanwhile, he saw in the corner of his eye that Sleepless Kenley had taken out his pocket watch and opened it.

Three, two, one. When Klein finished counting down without a sound, Dunn stopped and turned around.

"Another thing I forgot. Klein, you've been through a lot today. Once you relax, you will feel tired. There is no need for you to be here in the afternoon. Go back and rest. Tomorrow, I will submit an application that lists detailed losses."

"alright. Don't worry too much about your murder of Beyonder. Killing him was the same as saving more lives."

"In fact, I actually feel a lot better." Klein quietly sighed.

Dunn slightly nodded and as she turned around, she hit her own forehead.

"i've also submitted the Beyonder sketch to Leonard. He and the police department are in charge of the follow-up investigation.I believe that Beyonder must have boarded the train, eaten food, and had a place to stay.

"Wherever he goes, whatever he touches, whatever he leaves behind, even unwittingly, will be a silent witness against him. Emperor Roselle's words really made sense."

"…Yes.Yes." Klein replied, dumbfounded.

After the captain walked a long way, he left the Guard room and slowly walked to the second floor.

Along the way, he suddenly recalled something as he experienced an additional fear.

The matching clown claimed that the Secret Order controlled the corresponding Sequence of Seers pathway.Even if he was exaggerating and they did not have a higher Sequence potion formula, he said, they must have a lower Sequence.

It also meant that they had a number of Diviners.

Then, wouldn't they have predicted that I killed a suitable clown and secretly took revenge on me?

If they can't deal with the Nighthawks, can't they deal with me, an Astrologer without direct action against the enemy?

Klein stopped on the stairs and began to think about his problem seriously. Soon, he discovered that he was not worried about anything.

First, the Secret Order had no idea who the Nighthawks were.

Second, even if they knew one or two, they would definitely not include a civilian staff member like me.

Third, in the present state, unless they had a prophet, there was no way they could guess who the murderer was.

He heaved a sigh of relief and left the Blackthorn Security Company. He took a public train back to Daffodil Road.

Even though he had not had lunch, he still lacked appetite.

After entering his room, Klein took off his broken suit first. Then, he took off half his hat, got into bed and tried to sleep.

His mind remained active as if his entire being could not relax. His mind did not repeat the scene of him shooting a suitable clown to death, but the scene of him moving a corpse, and the experience that made that frenzy.

He no longer felt uncomfortable to kill for the first time, but was even more disgusted when he thought about it.

"This may be Frye's goal. He hoped that I would approach the corpse and face it head-on to deal with my trauma.But, even though the trauma from before was gone, I was traumatized by something new…" Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he gradually felt his nerves calm down.

He did not know when he was asleep, but when he woke up, his stomach groaned in protest.

"i feel like I can eat an entire horse!" Klein muttered as he watched the sun set in the west as if the sky was bright.

Replacing the old but comfortable casual clothes, he quickly walked to the first floor. Before he could consider what to make for dinner, he heard the door open.

Melissa.

Ever since she started taking the public train, her sister no longer came home late.

The lock is turned when the door is open. Melissa came in with her bag containing her books and stationery.

He looked into the kitchen and said, "Klein, there's a letter for you. It's from your mentor."

A letter from the Mentor? I wrote to him asking about the relevant historical situation of the main peak of Hornacis .. Klein was surprised at first before he recalled the matter.