The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 14: The Media

A true medium, Klein repeated this description in his heart, and spoke no more. He followed Dunn Smith down the train.

Welch's place in Tingen is a separate house with a garden. The road outside the perforated metal gate allowed four carriages to pass through at once. Street lights line the side of the road every fifty meters. They looked different from what Klein had seen in his previous life. It was a gas lamp and the height of each lamp was roughly as high as an adult male so it was convenient to turn on the lamp.

The black metal clung tightly to the glass, forming a checkered pattern, spitting out 'artworks' like a classic paper lantern. Cold and warm intertwined while darkness and light coexisted.

Walking along the path covered by the sunset, Klein and Dunn Smith entered Welch's rental place through an open metal gate.

Facing the main entrance is a cement road that leads directly to a two-story bungalow. Two carriages could go at once.

There is a garden on the left and a lawn on the right. The pleasant faint fragrance of the flowers mixed with the cool aroma of fresh grass made one feel happy and relaxed.

As soon as he stepped inside, Klein shivered and peered around.

He felt that in the garden, somewhere in the courtyard, on the roof, behind the swing, somewhere in the dark corner, a pair of eyes were watching him!

There was clearly no one here; however, Klein felt as if he was on a crowded street.

This strange contrast—this strange feeling—strengthen it. A coldness runs through his spine.

"Something's wrong!" he could not help but cry out to Dunn.

Dunn's expression remained unchanged as she walked beside him and replied calmly, "Just ignore it."

Since "Nighthawk" had said it, Klein tolerated the cold feeling of being unable to notice the perpetrator despite being followed, spied on, and observed. Step by step, he arrived at the main entrance of the bungalow.

If this went on any longer, I would go crazy. As Dunn reached out her hand to knock on the door, Klein quickly turned around. The flowers swayed in the wind, with no one in sight.

"Come in, gentlemen." A seemingly subtle sound came from inside the house.

Dunn turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and said to a woman on the sofa, "Daly, any results?"

The chandelier in the living room does not light up. A set of two leather sofas surround the marble coffee table.

On the table was a lit candle, but the light was emitting a cobalt blue light. It covered the living room, dining room, and half-closed kitchen in a strange and frightening color.

In the middle of the sofa sat a hooded black-robed woman wearing blue eyeshadow and blush. An open silver bracelet with a hanging white crystal pendant was worn on his wrist.

At first glance, Klein had unexplainable feelings. She dressed like a real media …

Does he stereotype himself?

Daly, "medium" with an extraordinary beauty, glanced at Klein with her sparkling emerald eyes. He looked at Dunn Smith and said, "The original spirits have all disappeared, including Welch and Naya's. Right now, all these little bastards don't know anything."

The spirit? Spirit Medium...All the invisible things that were spying on him before were spirits? There are so many of them? Klein took off his hat and placed it on his chest, bowing slightly as he said, "Good night, Madam."

Dunn Smith sighed. "It's complicated …"

"Daly, this is Klein Moretti. See if you can get anything out of him."

Medium, Daly, immediately turned his gaze to Klein. He pointed to one chair and said, "Please, sit."

"Thank you." Klein nodded, took a few steps, and sat down obediently. His heart was racing uncontrollably.

Whether I survive, whether I make it through this or my secret is revealed will all depend on whatever happens next!

And the thing that made him feel the most helpless was that he had nothing to rely on. He could only put his hopes on the peculiarities inherent in him …

This feeling really sucks. Klein thought bitterly.

Next, Dunn sat on a two-seater sofa opposite Klein. Daly took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from his waist pouch.

His emerald eyes smiled at Klein as he said, "I need a little help here. After all, you are not an enemy, I cannot treat you harshly. It may make you uncomfortable or cause you pain. It might even leave some serious side effects on you. I'll give you some fragrances, make you feel soft and smooth, she said, that will allow you to let go little by little so that you can really enjoy the feeling."

It sounded wrong .. Klein gaped as his eyes filled with shock.

Sitting across from him, Dunn laughed and said, "Don't be weird. We are different from the fellows from the Church of the Lord of Storms. Here, women can also verbally tease men. In this case, you should be able to understand. Your mother was a devout Goddess. You and your brother used to attend Sunday school at church."

"i understand. It's just that I never thought that he would be .. like that ..." Klein gestured, because he couldn't find the right words. He almost threw out a live translation for "veteran driver 1".

Dunn curled the corner of her mouth upwards and said, "Don't worry. Actually, Daly rarely does this. He just wanted to use this method to calm you down. He prefers bodies over men."

"You make me sound perverted" Daly said with a smile.

He opened one of the small bottles and dripped a few drops onto the bright blue candle flame.

"Night villas, sleeping flowers, and chamomile, are all distilled and extracted to form the essence of this aromatic flower.I call it 'Amantha;' it means tranquility in the Hermes language. It smells really amazing."

As they chatted, the candle flames flickered, vaporizing the essence of the flower and filling the room with its fragrance.

A beautiful charming aroma entered Klein's nostrils. He no longer felt tense. He instantly calmed down as if he was staring at the silent darkness of the night.

"This bottle is called the Eye of the Spirit. The bark and leaves of the drago and poplar trees are dried for seven days and boiled three times. Then, they were soaked in Lanti Wine. Of course, there will be some mantras when we're re at it.." When Daly describes the liquid, a yellow substance drips into the flame of the cobalt blue candle.

After smelling the delicate aroma of the aromatic wine, Klein noticed that the candle flame was dancing wildly. The sparkle of blue eyeshadow and Daly's blustery cheeks shone strangely, to the point that she saw double.

"This is a great helping hand for mediumship. This is also a pretty dazzling flower essence …"

As Daly explained continuously, Klein felt as if his voice was coming from everywhere.

Confused, Klein looked around and realized that everything was swaying and blurred. He felt like he was enveloped by layers and layers of fog. Even his body swayed as it disappeared before he started to float and then lost his balance.

The colors blend like impressionist— paintingred redder redder blue bluer and black more black—looks clearer than usual. It was dreamy and hazy. The distinct mutterings of the surroundings sounded as if hundreds and thousands of unseen people were arguing.

At this moment, his vision was locked onto a pair of clear, emerald-like eyes. On a blurry "sofa" sits Daly in a black robe. Eccentrically, his gaze concentrated on the tip of Klein's head. He smiled and in a soft voice, said, "Let me introduce myself properly.I am the Spirit Medium, Daly."

I can still have a rational mind. It's like when I was at the fortune-raising ritual and that meeting.The thought flashed through Klein's mind as he deliberately behaved in disorder and said, "Hello.." - Hello…"

"The human mental world is vast. There are many secrets hidden in the mind. Look at the ocean what we know about it all is just at a shallow level. But in reality, deep in the ocean, there is a larger part that is not visible. .Besides the island, there was an entire ocean. There is a boundless sky that symbolizes the spiritual world …

"You are the spirit of your body. Not only do you know the islands above, but you also know the things hidden under the sea, as well as the entire ocean …

"Whatever is there leaves some traces behind. The shallow memories of the islands might be erased, but what was left under the sea and the entire ocean would definitely have a corresponding projection left in it …"

Daly went on and on, bewitching Klein. The wind and the shadows around him vaguely took the same shape. It was as if Klein's spirit was fully revealed in the shape of an ocean, waiting for him to search and find.

Klein watched patiently, as he occasionally 'stirred' the ocean. Then, in a loud voice, he replied, "No. I don't remember…"

He expressed his suffering at the right level.

Daly tried to guide him once more, but the clear-minded Klein was unaffected.

"OKAY. We're gonna end up here. You can go."

"Leave."

"Leaving…"

The airy voice persisted and Daly disappeared. The wind and shadows began to calm down as the delicate aroma and delicate aroma of the aromatic wine became even more vivid.

The color returns to its normal state and the fuzzy feeling no longer exists. Klein's body trembled, and he found his balance again.

He opened his eyes, which he did not remember to close, and noticed that the candle with a bright blue flame was still before him. Dunn Smith was still resting comfortably on the sofa. Same for Daly in a black hooded robe.

"Why are you using the theory that a bunch of evil lunatics have, the Psychological Alchemists?" Dunn furrowed her brows and looked at Daly.

As Daly put away the two small bottles, she replied calmly, "i think that's quite accurate. At least, it corresponds to some things I've contacted before …"

Without waiting for Dunn's reply, Daly shrugged and said, "This cunning man has left no trace."

After hearing this, Klein heaved a sigh of relief. Pompously, he asked, "Oh, is it over? What the hell's going on? I think I just took a nap …"

That's graduating, right?

Fortunately, I have a 'luck enhancement ritual' as an exercise!

"Please take it that way." Dunn interrupts him and looks at Daly. "Have you checked Welch and Naya's bodies?"

"These bodies can tell us more than you can imagine. It's a shame that Welch and Naya really committed suicide. So, the power that pushed them there was to be feared. Not a single trace was left." Daly stood up and pointed to the candle. "I need a break."

The cobalt blue light disappeared, and the house was instantly flooded with a hazy deep red color.

…

"Congratulations. You can go home now. But remember, do not disclose this incident to the person you love. You have to promise." Dunn said as she led Klein to the door.

Surprised, Klein asked, "Wouldn't it be necessary to check for curses or traces left behind by evil spirits?"

"Daly didn't mention anything about it, so there's no need" Dunn replied simply.

Klein calmed down. When the thought of his previous worry came to his mind, he asked hurriedly, "How can I be sure that I will be free from trouble from now on?"

"Don't worry." Dunn moved her lips and said, "Based on the statistics from similar incidents in the past, eighty percent of the survivors of those incidents did not experience any terrible side effects. Yes.. It is based on what I know. approximately .. more or less…"

"Then there's still one-fifth of those poor souls.." Klein didn't dare try his luck.

"Then you can consider joining us as a civilian staff. This way, even if there is a predecessor, we can find it in time," Dunn said casually as she approached the carriage. "Or just be a Beyonder. After all, we're not babysitters. We can't take care of you all day and even see what you're doing with women."

"Can I?" Klein questioned the statement.

Of course, he did not expect much. After all, how could it be possible to be a part of the Nighthawks so easily and gain the strength of Beyonders?

That is the power of Beyonders!

Dunn stopped, and turned to the side to look at him.

"It's not that you can't .. It depends …"

Whahuh? The transition in his words shocked Klein. Klein stared blankly beside the carriage before replying, "Certainly?"

Who are you kidding? Is it so easy to be a Beyonder?

Dunn laughed lightly; her gray eyes were hidden behind the shadow of the carriage.

“You don't believe it? Actually, when you become a Nighthawk you lose a lot of things. For example, freedom.

"Even if we don't talk about this now, there's another problem. First, you are not a member of a priest, or a devotee. You cannot choose whatever you want or choose the safest approach."

"And second.." Dunn held onto his handle and jumped onto the carriage as she continued. "Among the cases that we—we, Mandate Punisher, Machinery Hivemind, and other Courts—have to deal with every year, a quarter of which is the result of Beyonders losing control."

A quarter ... Beyonders who lost control .. Klein was dumbfounded.

At that moment, Dunn turned around slightly. His gray eyes looked deep. Without a smile, he continued, "And among a quarter of cases, most of them are our teammates."

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