The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 90's

Sir Deweyville's bedroom is larger than Klein's combined living and dining room. It was partitioned into a bed, living room, dressing room, bathroom, and study table and bookshelf. The furniture is very beautiful, and the details are very luxurious.

But to Klein, the light seemed dimmer and the temperature was several degrees colder than outside.

At the same time, he seemed to hear the sounds of sobbing and moaning, as if someone was going through a final struggle.

Klein was in a trance, and everything suddenly returned to normal. Sunlight shines brightly through the windows and flows throughout the bedroom. The temperature is reasonable, not too high or low. The police, bodyguards, and butlers around him were silent. No one is talking.

He looks sideways at a classic yet luxurious bed. He felt that there was a pair of fuzzy eyes lingering in the shadows, like a moth fearlessly living around a gas lamp.

Taking a few steps closer, Klein lost the previous image of his Spirit Vision.

Not a standard ghost or an evil spirit? Klein frowned and recalled the knowledge of mysticism he had learned all along.

From what he saw, the mission would be easy if passed on to the Corpse Collector, the Grave Digger, or the Spirit Medium. It was definitely not in the domain of his skill.

Resisting his desire to use divination as an investigative approach, Klein looked around slowly to look for another trail to confirm some guesses in his mind.

"Inspector." Sir Deweyville hesitated and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"If it were that easy, I'm sure my comrades wouldn't have waited until now," Klein replied, glancing at the benefactor subconsciously.

Just as he was planning to retract his gaze, he suddenly saw that there was a faint white human figure reflected behind Sir Deweyville in the mirror behind him.

No, there were many overlapping figures, resulting in a distorted white figure!

The figure flashed and Klein seemed to hear a faint sob.

Phew.He sighed to calm his nerves, almost pulled out his gun in fear.

The increased spiritual perception with Spirit Vision would one day frighten me. Klein tried to loosen his tense nerves jokingly before turning his focus back to Sir Deweyville.

This time, he saw something different.

Now that he was in the bedroom, Sir Deweyville had a faint, twisted figure glittering around him. It even dimmed the lighting in that area.

Each flash was accompanied by cries and illusory groans that could hardly be detected by an ordinary person.

Barely audible for ordinary people in ordinary circumstances? Is it because it's noon? Klein nodded as he thought.

He has an initial assessment for the case.

It is this hatred that haunts Sir Deweyville. It was the remnant of spirituality that resulted from unresolved emotions before the death of man!

If such feelings of resentment remained in this world for some time, they would become terrifying wrathful spirits after becoming stronger.

However, Sir Deweyville was a famous philanthropist. Even Benson, who was a picky person, was amazed at her. Why was he stuck with the hatred of the dead? Is he really two-faced? Could it be the Beyonder means with malicious intent? Klein guessed the possibility suspiciously.

After some thought, he looked towards Deweyville and asked, "Honored One, I have a few questions."

"Please ask." Deweyville sat tired.

Klein organized his thoughts and asked, "When you go from here to go to a new place, such as a village or Backlund, he said, did you temporarily gain at least half a night of peace before the situation continued and gradually worsened? Even when you sleep during the day, can you hear the sound of moans and sobs?"

Deweyville's half-closed eyes suddenly widened as his deep blue eyes suddenly beamed with hope.

"Yes, did you find the root of the problem?"

Only then did he realize that due to his prolonged insomnia and poor mental state, he had completely forgotten to tell the police about such an important clue!

Seeing that Klein's question had uncovered something useful, Inspector Tolle relaxed. He knew that Nighthawk had found a clue.

Sergeant Gate was surprised and curious as well. He couldn't help but take a closer look at the psychologist, Klein.

It coincided with the traits of gradual entanglement and the traits of accumulation. After receiving feedback, Klein basically confirmed the cause.

Then, he had two ways to help Sir Deweyville release his burden. One was to erect altars directly around the man and eliminate the hatred of the dead completely using ritual magic. The second option is to use other mysticism measures to find the root of the problem and solve it from there.

Considering the rules to prevent commoners from learning the Beyonder's power to the best of their ability, Klein planned to try the second method first. Only if it fails will he pray to the Goddess.

"Master, your illness is a psychological illness, a mental problem," he spoke nonsense very seriously as he stared at Deweyville.

Sir Deweyville furrowed his brows and asked in response, "Did you tell me that I am a mental patient, that I should go to a mental hospital?"

"No, nothing serious. In fact, most people have psychological problems to some degree," Klein comforted him casually. "Let me introduce myself again.I'm a psychologist from Awwa County Police."

"Psychologist?" Deweyville and his butler looked at Inspector Tolle whom they knew.

Tolle nodded seriously and made sure that it was true.

"Well, what do you need from me for my treatment? Besides, I don't understand why my butler, my bodyguard, and my servant will hear the sobs and moans as well.." Deweyville held his staff with both hands, looking puzzled.

Klein replied professionally, "i'll explain it to you once it's settled."

"Please tell your butler, your servant, and your bodyguard to leave. Inspector Tolle, Sergeant Gate, please leave as well. I need a quiet environment to start the initial treatment."

A "treatment" with magic, Inspector Tolle added in his heart and nodded at Sir Deweyville.

Deweyville was silent for over ten seconds before saying, "Cullen, take them to the living room on the second floor."

"Yes sir." Butler Cullen did not retaliate because the request was made by a police officer, an experimental inspector, and a psychologist.

After seeing them leave the room one after another and closing the door behind them, Klein looked at Deweyville who had dark blonde hair and blue eyes, and said, "Master, "Master, please lie down on your bed. Relax and try to sleep."

"…good." Deweyville hung his coat and hat on a clothes rack before walking slowly to the side of the bed and then lying down.

Klein pulled out all the curtains, making the room dark.

He took off his pendant and quickly used a spirit pendulum to determine any danger. Then, he sat on a rocking chair near the end of the bed, traced a round light in his mind, and entered Cogitation. He let the world of spirituality expand before his eyes.

Then, he leaned back on the back of the chair and fell into a deep sleep, allowing his Astral Projection to make contact with the outside world.

He used the dream divination technique, to allow himself to be in a spiritual environment like he was dreaming, to communicate with any resentment that plagued Sir Deweyville.

Only communication can give him answers and solve problems!

A sorrowful cry echoed in Klein's ears, and he "seen" a translucent white figure hovering around him.

Painful groans echoed as Klein, who barely regained his mental process, reached out his right hand and touched one of them.

Suddenly, the figures swarmed over him like moths darting towards the flames.

The image before Klein's eyes suddenly became blurry and his brain seemed to split in two. Half of his mind was calmly observing while the other half was looking at a "mirror."

In the "mirror", there was a young girl wearing a worker's clothes. He looked strong and fit as he walked in the dust-covered factory while his head was throbbing in pain.

His vision sometimes became blurred and his body became thinner by the day.

He seemed to hear someone call him Charlotte, and the voice said that he was suffering from a hysterical illness.

Hysterical illness? He looked towards the mirror and saw that he had a faint blue line in his gums.

…

"The "mirror view" changed and Klein saw another girl named Mary.

He also broke into the main factory, young and agile.

Suddenly, half of his face started twitching, followed by his arms and legs on the same side.

"You have epilepsy." He heard someone say while his whole body was convulsing.

As he twitched and fell, his intensity increased before he finally lost consciousness.

…

There was another girl, and she was depressed. He walked down the street in a daze, to the point of having trouble speaking.

He had a very severe headache, and there was a blue line in his gums. He'll also be convulsing from time to time.

He met a doctor, and the doctor said, "Lafayette, this is the result of lead poisoning."

The doctor looked at her with pity and saw her convulsing again. He twitched continuously, and the doctor saw his eyes lose all their light.

…

Many images appeared before Klein, and he remained immersed in them and observed quietly.

Suddenly, he understood the suffering of the girls 1 .

Women workers have long been associated with white lead. They all died from lead poisoning from long-term exposure to dust and powder.

Sir Deweyville has a tin mill under his name and also two porcelain factories. All of them employ relatively cheaper female workers!

Klein "looked at" all of that in silence, and felt that something was still not clarified.

"Such "hatred of death" is insignificant. They cannot affect reality or have any effect on Deweyville even when it accumulates.

Except— Unless there's a stronger, more stubborn hatred that has brought them all together.

At that time, he "saw" another girl.

The girl was no more than 18 years old, but she was coating porcelain in the factory.

"Hayley, how you been lately? Do you still have a headache? If it's too serious, remember to tell me. Sir Deweyville has imposed a rule that people with severe headaches cannot continue to be in contact with lead and must leave the factory." an elderly woman asked with concern.

Hayley touched her forehead and replied with a smile, "Little, I'm fine."

"Tell me tomorrow if things get worse" urged the old woman.

Hayley agreed. When he returned home, he massaged his forehead from time to time.

He saw that his parents and brother had returned, but their faces looked desperate.

"Your father and brothers lost their jobs." said his mother, wiping her tears.

His father and brother lowered their heads and muttered, "We'll try to find work in the harbor."

"But we don't even have bread money for the day after tomorrow.Maybe we need to move to Lower Street.." Hayley's mother looked at him with reddened eyes. "When did you get your salary? It's ten soli, right?"

Hayley massaged her forehead again.

"Yes, Saturday. Saturday."

He said nothing more and remained silent as usual. He returned to the factory the next day and told his boss that his headache was healing and he felt fine.

He smiled and walked five kilometers back and forth to work every day. He rubbed his head more and more often.

"You haven't found another job?" Hayley inevitably asked her father and brother while looking at the stew boiled with black bread.

His father said in frustration, "Economics is going through a recession. Many places are experiencing labor shortages. Even the port work was sporadic.I could only get three soli and seven pence a week."

Hayley sighed and was as silent as ever. However, he hid his left hand that suddenly twitched.

On the second day, he walked to work again. The sun was shining brightly, and the streets were getting crowded with pedestrians.

Suddenly, he started convulsing.

He fell to the side of the road, foam coming out of his mouth.

He looked up at the sky and his gaze turned hazy. He saw people walking past and others approaching. He saw a train passing by with the Deweyville family crest with a white dove with its wings spread out as if ready for takeoff.

He tried hard to open his mouth, but he could not make a sound.

So, he did not say anything, silent as usual.

But the difference this time was that he was dead.

The original inspiration for the girls came from Jack London's "The People of the Abyss.