The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 81's

"do I have to complete the mission independently to become an official member?" Klein surprised. "But we may not even have a mission this week, and it may not be that simple."

Doesn't this mean I need one to two months to become an official Nighthawk? Only then will I get a raise…

Old Neil sniffed the coffee and glanced at it.

"It's just a ritual among the Nighthawks. After all, we stand at the pinnacle of Beyonder danger and do not want our teammates to act like children in need of constant care. This will not affect the salary you will receive as an official.member, or your privileges necessary to fulfill your duties."

So it's just a ritual to get recognition from the other Nighthawks. Neil, why do you stress that it won't affect my salary value as an official member? Klein touched his face and smiled shyly before asking, "Is that supposed to be the mission of the Beyonder variety?"

"It should be so, but your performance yesterday was truly amazing. You cleverly killed the Beyonder at least in Order 8. I believe Frye, Royale, and the others have confessed to you. Therefore, Dunn would probably assign you to an ordinary mission," Old Neil said before suddenly sighing. "Your face will go up a few times. I'll never find anything like that again in my entire life."

Klein chuckled as he raised the matter about his Sequence path.

"Sir Neil, do you think the corresponding Order 8 of the Seers is a Clown?"

In fact, given the description of the secret document, it seemed to add up.

Good job in fighting with intelligence…

“I can't give you any guarantees, but I think it's very possible. First, it matches what is written on the document. Their agile movements and trick-based fighting style are key points. Furthermore, the other Sequence lines had a similar situation. Do you know Order 8 is appropriate for Mystery Pryer?" Old Neil asked with a laugh.

"No, it is not written in the information given by the Church." Klein shook his head honestly.

Old Neil chuckled for a while before saying, "i'm close friends with two parents from Machinery Hivemind. They mentioned it in passing, as a joke. The corresponding 8th Order Potion from Mystery Pryer is a Near Distance Master. Did you hear that? Nearby distance Scholar. Goddess, I don't like close combat at all. This simply did not match the image of a Mystery Thief!"

"I can understand.The Pryer Mystery pursues the mystery behind things. The melee battle was one of those mysteries," Klein said after thinking.

Old Neil finished his coffee handground. "All right, don't waste time. Let us continue our study of mysticism. You still have a lot of ritual magic that you need to master. You also need to learn how to make amulets and talismans."

"Good." Klein sat down and planned his schedule for the day.

In the morning I will study mysticism and read all kinds of historical records. After lunch, I'll practice at the Shooting Club. Then, I would head to the Deweyville Library in the Golden Indus Borough and see if I could borrow a monograph and related journal about the Hornacis main peak. After doing all that, if I had the time, I would have spent time in the Divination Club. I couldn't slack off on my "acting.

Once the compensation request is approved and I receive the money, I will be able to purchase a new suit on the way home.

I'll file the materials tomorrow morning and try to make a protective talisman to ward off danger for Melissa and Benson.

…

In the dining room decorated with chandeliers and elegant decorations.

Several friends congratulated Joyce Meyer on her escape from danger and her return to Tingen.

"We all read the news. Just a written description alone was enough to frighten me," said a man with a short beard on his chin sadly. "Joyce, I can't believe you went through such a ordeal. Cheerfully. The tragedy is over now, and the sunlight shines on us. The Greatest is Steam."

Joyce and her fiance, Anna, raise their cup and clink it together with their friends. Then, they gulped down the remaining champagne.

"Anna was so worried back then, I suspected she was crying every night. Every time I invited her for afternoon tea, she was always in a daze. Thank goodness you're finally back now. Otherwise, I guess he'll pass away just like that" a young woman, with a cute little nose and rolled brown hair, said to Joyce while glancing at Anna.

"If Anna were to experience something like that, I would be the same. I might be in a worse state." The crooked-nosed Joyce looked at her fiance, who was sitting next to her, gently.

Anna was not used to expressing her emotions in front of others. He looked at the end of the table and said, "Bogda, why have you kept your head down all this time? I can feel how bad your mood is."

The young lady with a petite nose replied in Bogda's place.

"Bogda's sick. The doctor told her that there was a serious problem with her heart. He could only use medicine to reduce his pain but not cure his illness. He's got to have surgery."

"God, when did this happen?" Anna and Joyce asked in surprise and concern.

Bogda was a young man with short hair, but his face was pale. His normally brilliant red eyes were replaced with a dim light.

"That happened last week. Since Joyce hasn't returned yet, I told Irene not to tell you," Bogda explained with a sad smile.

Joyce asked calmly, "Have you decided when you're going to have surgery?"

Bogda's expression changed several times as he said, "No, I haven't decided yet. As you know, those surgeons are practically butchers. The patient was like a piece of meat on a cutting board, allowing them to slaughter people like them! I've read a lot of reports. They would even use an axe for amputation! God, I thought I might die on the operating table."

"But if you delay it any further then the operation may not be able to save you," said the bearded man while trying to persuade him.

At that moment, Anna interjected, "Bogda, maybe you can consider doing some divination. If the forecast indicates that everything will go smoothly, then proceed with the operation as soon as possible. If the forecast is bad, find another way. . Seek with the help of a fortune teller.I know a real and mysterious fortune teller. No, I should call him a Diviner. I'm sure he can definitely help you."

"Yes." Yeah." Anna nodded without hesitation. "i hired her divination service, and after foretelling Joyce's situation, she told me to go home. 'Your engagement is at home waiting for you.' Back then, I was like all of you, filled with doubt. But when I returned home, I actually saw Joyce. He's really back!"

"i can testify to this," Joyce echoed.

He did not mention that he had asked Klein for help in interpreting his dream. The police have informed them that Tris has not been caught. Therefore, he had to keep it a secret to prevent revenge from being prosecuted on him.

"God, this is really unbelievable!"

"Is the prophecy really magic?"

…

Amidst the shout, Bogda thought deeply for a moment before saying, "Maybe I should get a prophecy. Anna, Joyce, can you tell me the name and address of the fortune teller?"

Anna sighed in relief and said, "You made a very wise choice."

"See it's at the Divination Club on Howes Street.

"Name Klein Moretti."

…

The Golden Indus Borough. Deweyville Library.

Klein used the introductory notes from his mentor's letter to successfully apply for a loan permit.

As he flipped the small card in his hand, he asked a few librarians, "Do you have Hornacis Main Peak Legacy Research here? It was published by Loen Publisher Company."

A librarian immediately replied, "Please wait a moment. Let me check the records."

He turned and looked at the drawer. He opened a letter matching Hornacis and flipped through a card filled with one word that followed a certain order.

After a careful examination, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, sir. We don't have this book in our collection."

"How sorry," Klein replied with obvious disappointment.

From the looks of it, I need to write a letter to Loen Publishing Company or pay a visit to Khoy University …

Meanwhile, he sighed inwardly how ancient the management of libraries in this world was.

people need computers. Unfortunately, I was unable to produce one .. Klein made a self-deprecating and self-deprecating comment and turned to ask, "Then, do you have an edition of the journal New Archaeology and Archaeology Summary?"

"Yes" the librarian confirmed. "A man just gave it back."

He flipped the corresponding card and pointed Klein towards the bookshelf.

Klein went to the bookshelf, scanned the journal issue, and took out what his mentor mentioned.

Then, he randomly found a place near the window to sit down. Under the bright afternoon sun, he began to read the information in the library quietly.

"… Ancient relics do not exist only in the main peaks of the Hornacis mountains. They are also scattered around forests, valleys, and gentle slopes around the main peaks…"

"…This relic is formed from a high dome and a giant stone pole. To be honest, it could be described as extraordinary…"

"…I wonder how the natives mined and processed these rocks? Hypothetically, let's assume that they were conducting mining operations on the spot without the need to send them up the mountain…"

"…There is a strange pattern in which the relic becomes larger in size the closer you get to the top of the mountain. But surprisingly, there were no ruins at the top. According to our hypothesis, there should be a palace that does not resemble a human. - an artificial building, a divine hall used for sacrifice …"

A palace that does not look like man-made..the heavenly hall used for sacrifice.. Could it be that I saw it in my dream? While Klein was pondering, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching him from a distance.

He looked up and saw a familiar face, a face that often appeared in newspapers.

She has a square face, thick eyebrows, a firm nose, dark blonde short hair, blue blue eyes, and tightly closed lips. All these features belong to a certain famous person from Tingen City, a philanthropist, entrepreneur, and owner of this library—Sir Deweyville.

Next to Deweyville was the middle-aged butler Klein had met before.

Klein saw them walking from a distance of over ten meters. Out of curiosity, he raised his right hand and lightly tapped on his glabella twice.