The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 92's

"Mass hysteria?" Sir Deweyville, who had recently met with many psychiatrists, pondered on the term Klein said.

Despite their curiosity, his butler, bodyguards, and servants did not let out a sound as they were not given permission by him.

As for the Gate Sergeant, he looked towards Klein doubtfully as if he had never heard of the concept.

Klein controlled his habit of tapping the armrest with his fingertips and calmly explained, "Humans can easily be fooled by their sense organs. Mass hysteria is a type of psychogenic illness caused by nervous tension and other factors among a group of individuals as they affect each other."

The jargon he took out confused Sir Deweyville, Sergeant Gate, and the others, causing them to unconsciously choose to believe him.

“I give a simple example, this is one of the cases I have handled, a man held a dinner and invited 35 guests. In the middle of the road, he suddenly felt disgusted and vomited. After that, he even had severe diarrhea. After a few times, she began to believe that she was food poisoning. He shared the speculation with other guests on the way to the hospital.

“In the next two hours, there were more than 30 guests who had diarrhea among 35 guests, 26 of whom had nausea.They flooded the entire hospital emergency room.

“Doctors do a detailed examination and do a cross-examination, and they conclude that the first person did not experience food poisoning at all. Instead, it is the result of stomach inflammation caused by changes in weather and cold drinks.

“The most surprising fact is that no hospital guest has been admitted with food poisoning. In fact, none of them were sick.

"It was mass hysteria."

Deweyville slightly nodded and was amazed, "i understand now. People lie to themselves easily. No wonder Emperor Roselle once said that lies will come true after being repeated a hundred times.

"Sir, how can I call you? you're the most professional psychiatrist I've ever met."

"Inspector Moretti." Klein pointed to his rank mark and said, "Master, your problem has been temporarily resolved for now.you can try to sleep now while I determine if there are any other problems. If you can sleep well, allow us to say goodbye first instead of waiting for you to wake up."

"Good." Deweyville massaged his forehead, took his cane, and walked upstairs to his bedroom.

Half an hour later, a police train left the fountain at the door of the Deweyville residence.

As Sergeant Gate descended on the street and returned to his police office, Inspector Tolle looked towards Klein. He praised jokingly, "Even I believe that you are a real psychological expert …"

Before he finished his sentence, he saw the young man in a black-and-white checkered uniform looking expressionless. His eyes were deep and calm as he forced a grin on his face and said, "i've only had some experience with it in the past."

Inspector Tolle was silent until the train arrived outside 36 Zouteland Street.

"Thank you for your help, allowing Sir Deweyville to finally be free of his problems and be able to sleep again." He stretched out his hand and shook Klein's hand. "Thank you Dunn for my name."

Klein slightly nodded and said, "Alright."

He climbed the stairs and returned to the Blackthorn Security Company. He knocked and entered the captain's office.

"Done?" Dunn was waiting for her lunch.

"Done." Klein massaged his forehead, and answered briefly and simply. "The roots of the problem came from the tin and porcelain factory under Sir Deweyville. From the time they were established to this day, too many deaths were caused by lead poisoning. And every accident leaves Sir Deweyville with a hateful spirituality."

"In general, it won't bring too much trouble. That might lead to nightmares, at most." Dunn has had similar cases with many of her experiences.

Klein slightly nodded and said, "Yes, usually so. But, unfortunately, Sir Deweyville met a female worker who died of lead poisoning on the streets. He fainted on the side of the road and happened to see a family crest. He also harbored intense anger, worry, and desire. It was only when Sir Deweyville gave his parents, brother, and sister three hundred pounds of compensation that his emotions disappeared."

"This is a social issue. This was not uncommon in the Steam and Machine Era." Dunn took out her cigarette pipe, smelled tobacco, and sighed. "Workers who make linen work in humid environments, and are generally diagnosed with bronchitis and joint-related diseases. As for factories with serious powder and dust problems, even if the dust is not toxic, it can still accumulate into lung problems. As the kingdom develops, I'm sure this matter will be resolved. Klein, let's find a restaurant tonight to celebrate you becoming an official member, okay?"

Klein thought for a moment before saying, "How about tomorrow. Captain, I have been using Spirit Vision for a long time today and also used the dream prophecy to directly interact with that hatred. I feel so tired. I want to go home in the afternoon to rest. Is it okay? Oh, then I'll go to the Divination Club around four or five in the afternoon to see how the club members react to the sudden news of Hanass Vincent's death."

"No problem, it's just necessary." Dunn laughs. "Tomorrow nights. Let's do it at Old Will's Restaurant next door. I'll ask Rozanne to make a reservation."

Klein took off his police cap and stood up to salute him.

"Thank you, Captain. See you tomorrow."

Dunn raised her hand and said, "Wait, did you mention that Sir Deweyville gave the working woman's parents three hundred pounds of compensation?"

"Yes." Yeah." Klein nodded and immediately understood the reason why the captain mentioned it. "You're worried they'll get in trouble because of their wealth?"

Dunn sighed.

"i've seen many similar situations in the past. Give me their address, I'll ask Kenley to arrange for them to leave Tingen to another city, to start a new life."

After all that was done, he left Dunn's office and entered the dugout diagonally across from her. He changed into his original suit and left the police uniform in his locker.

Klein took the public train back to Daffodil Road in silence. He took off his coat and hat. He then heated up the leftovers last night and ate them with the last piece of whole-grain bread to fill his stomach.

Then, he went to the second floor, hung his clothes, and slumped onto the bed.

When he woke up, his pocket watch showed that it was two o'clock past ten. The sun hung high in the sky and the sunlight shone through the clouds.

Under the golden splendor, Klein stood beside his desk and looked out the window of the oriel. He watched the pedestrians in old tattered clothes as they entered or left Iron Cross Street.

He sighed slowly, finally overcoming his low spirit.

Each journey must be taken step by step. Likewise, the order needs to be increased one level at a time. Everything works like that.

He shook his head and sat down. He began to conclude and rearrange his meetings over the past week, to reinforce the key points in his mind to prevent himself from forgetting about them.

Five minutes before three in the afternoon.

Above the opaque, boundless, grayish-white, and silent gray fog stood a tall palace. A speckled ancient bronze table sat there quietly.

In the seat of honor at the long table sat a man who was already shrouded by a thick gray fog.

Klein leaned against the back of the chair and pondered. He suddenly reached out his hand and knocked on the dark red star representing Justice and The Hanged Man.

…

Backlund, Consort of Borough.

Audrey lifted her dress as she quickly walked towards her bedroom.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked to the side at the shadow sitting on the balcony. As expected, he saw his golden retriever, Susie, who was sitting there in silence, watching him as usual.

Audrey sighed and drew a red moon on her chest. He then approached and stared at his golden retriever from a commanding position.

"Susie, that's not true. It's peeking. An audience must observe openly."

The golden retriever raised its head to look at its owner and shook its tail.

After nagging her dog, Audrey did not delay any further and continued walking towards her room again.

Within seconds of opening and closing the door, he suddenly got a strange idea.

"I wonder if Foolish Master will allow Susie to enter that mysterious space. Then, there will be four members in the Tarot Gathering! And all of them are Beyonders!

"No way, Susie can't talk. If they let him express his opinion and share his thoughts, what would he do? Guk guk? Howled? Eww, why do I imitate the barking of dogs here…

"Just imagine such a sight feels very strange. Mysterious and solemn encounter with a sudden barking dog.Mister Fool will definitely kick us right out of the Tarot Gathering…"

Audrey locked the door and sat down on the side of her bed. He pulled out a yellowish-brown scrap of old paper from under his pillow.

He read it over and over again and entered his Audience status.

…

In a certain area of the Sonia Sea, an old sailboat chasing after the Listeners had left the Rorsted Islands.

Sailor Alger Wilson was worried that the wall clock machine would be damaged, so he entered the captain's cabin about half an hour earlier if he misjudged the time which would cause his subordinates to see him drawn to the Tarot Gathering.

In front of him was an almost transparent glass of liquor. A rich aroma swirled strands by strands into his nostrils.

Algeria trembled once more as he thought of the upcoming Meeting, the boundless fog that appeared in front of him in the corridor of the hotel, and the mysterious Idiot who sat in the midst of the gray fog.

He lifted his glass and gulped it down, using the burning sensation in his throat to ease the emotions that had been stirring within him.

Soon, he restored his calm. He was calm and steadfast as always.