Lord of the Mysteries - Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Klein instantly felt his hair stand on end as the icy hand tightened around his wrist . He instinctively pulled his wrist back in a desperate attempt to escape .

A heavy sensation bore down on him as Klein used every fiber of strength in his entire body to yank his arm back .

Bam!

The pale, naked corpse was yanked so forcefully to the side that it fell from the autopsy table .

However, the white, ice-cold fingers' grip remained firmly latched onto Klein's wrist .

Klein momentarily lost the ability to think; the only thought that went through his mind was to draw his revolver and riddle the corpse in holes .

However, as he could not retract his dominant hand, he threw his black cane and desperately tried to retrieve his revolver from his holster to no avail .

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

His mouth moved as he muttered, "Hornacis . . . Hornacis . . . Hornacis . . . "

After those three words were said, Klein was completely flustered as he felt that the fingers gripping onto his wrist began to loosen before dropping limp .

The suited clown's eyes were shut once again, as though nothing had happened at all .

If the pale corpse wasn't lying on the stone floor, Klein would have imagined that he had been struck by a hallucination spell .

He staggered backwards a few steps and felt that most of his body was trembling as a result of the shock and fear .

Phew . . . Phew . . . Klein gasped for air as he slowly regained control of his mental facilities . He looked at the corpse on the ground in alarm and fear .

He drew his revolver and carefully retreated from the room, one step at a time . After confirming that the corpse was motionless, he took a glance at his wrist of the hand holding onto his revolver .

There were five deep, red finger marks imprinted on his wrist . They silently described his encounter .

Klein calmed down as vulgarities filled his mind .

F*cking hell . I almost died from the shock!

After panting for more than ten seconds, he began assembling items in his mind to quickly compose himself .

He carefully recalled everything that he encountered and pieced them together .

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

"It's Hornacis again . . . " Klein knitted his brows . "The Antigonus family's notebook has records of a Nation of the Evernight in the Hornacis mountain range . While in Cogitation or Spirit Vision, I would hear sounds that I shouldn't be able to hear, and among those sounds is the word 'Hornacis' . . . Is the answer to all these questions on the Hornacis mountain range? . . . There might be massive danger lurking there . For example, an evil god might be sealed within and was using various forms of 'attraction' to achieve freedom . "

While considering this, Klein carefully entered the room and touched the corpse a few times to verify that it was completely dead .

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

Klein couldn't help but feel as though his heart was in his mouth throughout the process . The slightest movement could snap his tense nerves . Furthermore, the ice-cold feeling given out by the corpse felt particularly disgusting .

After finishing the mission with great difficulty, he recalled the reason he approached the corpse . Therefore, he focused on the suited clown's wrist and looked at the strange brand .

It was unknown when the brand had slipped off, shrinking into a spherical blob of blood which had tint of blue .

The spherical blob of blood was the size of a thumb . It floated in midair silently in defiance of the laws of physics .

"What is this?" Klein muttered, but he didn't dare to touch it rashly .

He had no intention of hiding the strange blood sphere . Firstly, he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing . Secondly, he was certain that Frye, who had examined the corpse, would have long discovered the brand on the wrist . It was even likely that he knew what the strange blood sphere was .

And even if Frye doesn't know, reporting it to Captain and letting the Nighthawks research it is definitely better than me making random attempts . . . That was Klein's train of thought .

Being in an organization meant he had to know how to make use of the organization's powers to its fullest .

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

He instantly noticed the strange blood sphere, and asked Klein a question he had previously asked himself .

"What is this?"

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

"The brand slipped off into a blood sphere . . . " Frye nodded, seemingly deep in thought . "The corpse of a Beyonder always tends to have some strange transformations . . . "

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

"Alright . " Klein was already itching to leave .

"You don't have to return with the Captain," Frye added . "I believe you won't like to see what happens next . "

As he spoke, he picked up a silver surgical knife beside him .

Klein nodded with some lingering fear .

"I was hoping you'd say that . "

He picked up his cane, wore his hat and hobbled over to the Chanis Gate . At the Keeper's room, he saw the no longer frail Captain Dunn .

After Dunn heard his recollection of what happened, he nodded indiscernibly .

"I'll report the matter to the higher ups and let the Holy Cathedral deal with it . Maybe they'll send people to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range to take a look . "

Klein answered briefly in confirmation . Seeing that only Sleepless Kenley and the Captain were in the Keeper's room, he casually asked, "Are Mr . Aiur and the others resting?"

Dunn nodded and said, "Aiur and Borgia are at Saint Selena Cathedral . Lorotta is probably looking for a coffee shop . "

"Coffee shop? Madam Lorotta hasn't recovered from her injuries, right?" Klein asked in surprise .

Dunn massaged his nose bridge and said with a laugh, "Lorotta has three hobbies—coffee, dessert, and maidservants . She says she needs these three things to speed up her recovery . "

"Maidservants?" Klein asked, perplexed .

Does Madam Lorotta have a particular fetish?

Dunn shook his head helplessly and said, "She likes maidservants . Yeah, that's right . Furthermore, she likes ones with big breasts . "

" . . . She sure is weird . " Klein had no idea what kind of expression he should show in response .

Dunn didn't delay any further as he headed out the Keeper's room . As Klein watched his back, he silently waited for him to turn .

Meanwhile, he noticed at the corner of his eye that Sleepless Kenley had fished out his pocket watch and opened it .

Three, two, one . . . The moment Klein finished counting down silently, Dunn stopped and turned around .

"Another thing I forgot . Klein, you went through a lot today . Once you relax, you'll feel exhausted . There's no need for you to be here in the afternoon . Go back and get some rest . Tomorrow, I'll submit the application listing the detailed losses . "

"Alright . Don't worry too much about your killing of a Beyonder . Killing him was equivalent to saving more lives . "

"As a matter of fact, I'm actually feeling much better . " Klein silently exhaled .

Dunn nodded slightly and just as he turned around, he smacked himself in the forehead .

"I've also handed the Beyonder's sketch to Leonard . He and the police department are in charge of the follow up investigations . I believe that the Beyonder must've rode on carriages, eaten food, and had somewhere to stay .

"Wherever he goes, whatever he touches, whatever he leaves behind, even unconsciously, will serve as a silent witness against him . Emperor Roselle's words are truly sensible . "

" . . . Yes . " Klein answered, stupefied .

After the captain walked far away, he left the Keeper's room and slowly walked to the second floor .

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

That suited clown claimed that the Secret Order controlled the corresponding Sequence pathway of Seers . . . Even if he was exaggerating and they didn't have the higher Sequence potion formulas, they definitely have the lower Sequence ones .

It also means that they have a number of Seers .

Then, wouldn't they divine that I killed the suited clown and secretly exact revenge against me?

If they can't deal with the Nighthawks, can't they deal with me, a Seer without any direct measures against enemies?

Klein stopped in the stairwell and began thinking about the problem seriously . Soon, he discovered that he was worrying over nothing .

Firstly, the Secret Order doesn't know who are members of the Nighthawks .

Secondly, even if they know one or two, they definitely wouldn't include a civilian staff member like me .

Thirdly, under the present circumstances, unless they have a prophet, there's no way they can divine who the murderer is .

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

Even though he hadn't eaten lunch yet, he still lacked the appetite .

After entering his bedroom, Klein removed his damaged suit first . Then, he took off his half top hat, got into bed and tried to go to sleep .

His mind remained active as though his entire existence couldn't relax . His mind wasn't repeating the scene of him shooting the suited clown to death, but of the scene of him moving the corpse, and that hair-raising experience .

He no longer felt uncomfortable about killing for the first time, but more of a disgust when he thought about it .

"This was probably Frye's goal . He hoped that I would approach the corpse and face it directly to overcome my trauma . . . But, even though the trauma from before is gone, I've been traumatized by something new . . . " Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh as he gradually felt his nerves calm down .

He had no idea when he dozed off, but when he woke up, his stomach was groaning in protest .

"I feel like I can eat an entire horse!" Klein muttered as he looked at the sun setting in the west as though the sky was alit .

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

Melissa . . . The corners of his mouth curled up at the thought .

Ever since she began taking the public carriage, his sister no longer returned home late .

The key twisted as the door opened . Melissa walked in with her bag that contained her books and stationery .

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

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