The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 28: The Secret Order

You idiot! You idiot! You idiot!

Klein's heart started beating rapidly. It shrank into clumps before expanding abruptly. It made his body tremble gently.

There was a moment when he almost forgot what he should do until the lurking figure suddenly stopped. The figure pricked his ears slightly as if listening to every change.

Blood flowed back from his brain as Klein regained his basic cognitive abilities. He grabbed under the pillow for the wooden handle of the revolver.

He felt a firm but subtle feeling as he quickly became calm. He quietly and slowly took out a revolver and pointed it at the head of the offender.

To be honest, he did not believe himself to attack the intruder. Although he was already able to hit the target stably during training, the person moving and the target remained completely different. He was not arrogant enough to mess with both of them.

However, he vaguely recalled something from his previous life; the general idea was that nuclear weapons had the greatest power before they were launched.

The principle that is held in his current situation. The best prevention is before he shoots!

By not pulling the trigger or shooting blindly, the intruder cannot determine if he is really a beginner who has a very high chance of passing it. His worries and fears would make him more cautious, so he held back!

In an instant, another thought appeared within him. That immediately made Klein a decider. He was not the type of person who became calmer when faced with danger; instead, he had already imagined the situation when he faced observer— using intimidation instead of attacking.

The Foodaholic Empire has an idiom: Where there are precautions, there will be no danger!

When Klein pointed his weapon at the intruder, the skinny man suddenly froze, as if he felt something.

After which, he heard a voice that hid laughter.

"Good afternoon sir."

The skinny man clenched his hands together, and his body looked tense. Klein sat on the lower bed, pointed the person's head with a revolver, and tried to speak as calmly and naturally as possible.

"Please raise your hands and turn around. Try to do it slowly. Frankly, I'm very shy and I get nervous easily. If you move too fast, I can get scared, and I can't guarantee that there won't be a situation where I fail. Yeah, that's right."

The skinny man raised both of his hands and raised them near his head before turning his body little by little. The first thing to look is a black tight suit with neat buttons. Next, he caught a pair of thick and sharp brown eyebrows.

The intruder's dark blue eyes did not reflect fear, but rather stared at Klein with intensity like a savage beast. It seemed that if Klein was careless for a moment, someone else would jump forward and tear him apart.

He clenched his grip tightly as he tried his best to appear calm and indifferent.

Just when the skinny man was facing her completely, Klein jerked his chin to the door. He softly and gently said, "Master, let's take this outside. Do not disturb the dreams of others. Oh, slow down your movement. Lighten your footsteps as well. It's basic manners for a gentleman."

The skinny man's cold pupils rolled over as he glanced at Klein. He continued to raise his hand as he walked slowly to the door.

Under the aim of the gun, he turned the handle and slowly opened the door.

When the door was half open, he suddenly lowered himself and rolled forward. The door was pulled by a strong wind and closed with a slam.

"Uh .." Benson, who was in the upper bed, stirred. He almost woke up in a daze.

At that moment, a relaxed and calm melody entered from outside. A heavy and comfortable voice began to sing.

"Oh, horror threat, red hopes cry!

“At least one thing is certain—that this Life flies;

"One thing is certain, and the rest is a lie; it is a lie;

"The flower that once bloomed forever dies 1…"

The poem seems to have the power to calm down and relax others. Benson, who was in the top bed, and Melissa, who was in the other room, fell asleep again amid their groggy feelings.

Klein's body and mind were also peaceful and calm. He almost yawned.

The way the skinny man sped up was so agile that he could not react in time.

Looking at the closed door, he smiled and muttered to himself. "You may not believe it, but pulling the trigger won't let go of a single spin."

After which, Klein listened to the midnight poem as he patiently waited for the battle outside to end.

Within a minute, the calm melody that resembled the reflection of moonlight on the surface of the lake stopped, and the dark night returned to a deep silence.

Klein silently turned the cylinder and moved the empty space while waiting for the result.

He restlessly waited for a full ten minutes. As he wondered if he should investigate, he heard Dunn Smith's calm and warm voice from the door.

"It's been resolved."

Phew. Klein sighed. He held his revolver and took the key. barefoot, he carefully approached the door before quietly opening it to look at the black jacket and halved hat. Dunn Smith stood there with her deep, serene gray eyes.

He closed the door behind him and followed Dunn to the end of the corridor and stood amidst the weak red moonlight.

"It took me some time to enter his dream" Dunn said calmly as she looked at the red moon outside the window.

"Do you know her background?" Klein felt much more relieved.

Dunn nodded and said, "An ancient organization known as the Secret Order. They were founded in the Fourth Age and were associated with the Solomon Empire and a number of fallen nobles of that period. Heh, the diary of the Antigonus family comes from them. Due to the negligence of the members, it entered the antiques market and was acquired by Welch. They had no choice but to send people to look for him."

Without waiting for Klein's question, he paused before continuing.

"We will arrest the rest of the members they have according to the instructions. Well, it probably won't end well. These guys are good at hiding like rats in a gutter. But at the very least, they will believe that we have the possibility of obtaining the Antigonus family notebook or that we have obtained an important clue. In that case, as long as it wasn't something very important or important, they would leave the operation. That's their philosophy for survival."

"…What if the notebook is crucial and important?" klein asked worriedly.

Dunn smiled without an answer. Instead, he said, "We know very little about the Secret Order. Our success this time is thanks to your intelligence. All contributions are yours. Given the possible hidden dangers and how high the perception will help in finding the notebook, you have a chance to choose."

"A chance to choose?" Klein vaguely guessed something as his breathing involuntarily became heavy.

Dunn wiped the smile off her face as she said very seriously, "Do you want to be a Beyonder? You can only select Initial Sequence from Incomplete Sequence.

"Of course, you can let go of this opportunity and choose to collect the reward you have accumulated. Then, all you have to do is wait until there is enough room for you to become a Sleepless, who is also the first, to complete the Sequence the Goddess.it has been bestowed on the Nighthawks."

Indeed ... Klein felt pleased and had no emotions of hesitation. He took the initiative to ask, "Then which of Sequence 9 can I choose?"

I must have detailed information to decide whether to give up or accept, as well as choose which one!

Dunn turned around and appeared wrapped in a dark red veil that illuminated her. He looked at Klein's eyes and said slowly, "In addition to Sleepless, the Church has three Sequence 9 potion formulas. One of them was the Mystery Pryer, which was also a power controlled by Old Neil. Heh, Rozanne may have mentioned this to you. He could never hold his tongue."

Klein smiled awkwardly, missing an answer. Fortunately, Dunn did not mind him as she continued. “Our Mystery Thief herb formula and subsequent unchained order are directly obtained from the Order of the Mosaic Hermit. At the time, it was said that they had not fallen into corruption. They persist in their morals and precepts, determined in their pursuit of knowledge. They keep their secrets very secret. Anyone who enters the order will be banned from speaking for five years after becoming a Mystery Thief. They will learn to remain silent, to nurture and improve their focus. Musa's motto The Order of the Hermit—do as you please, but don't hurt—start from them.

"Mystery Refugees have a comprehensive but rudimentary understanding and understanding of magic, magic, astrology, and other mystical knowledge. They also know quite a lot of magical rituals, but they can easily sense certain existences lurking among the materials. Therefore, they should know it. Be careful and show respect to their power as Beyonder.

"We lack most of these Sequences, causing them to become incomplete chains. For example, the order is 8. Of course, perhaps the Holy Cathedral has it."

It quite meets all my requirements .. Klein slightly nodded, to the point of having the desire to choose.

Fortunately, he remembered a few things.

"What about the other two?"

"The second type is named Corpse Collector. Quite a number of cults who worshiped Death in the Southern Continent chose it. After consuming the potion, an unintelligent dead spirit would mistake them for one of their kind and not attack them. They will gain resistance to the cold, decaying, and corrosive aura of the cadaveric aura. They will be able to see firsthand a portion of the evil spirits and see the characteristics and weaknesses of the undead creatures, as well as gain an increase in certain attributes. We have Order 8 and Order 7 that follow only. Heh heh, you guys can probably guess Sequence 7—Spirit Medium! This was chosen by Daly at the time" Dun explained.

Spirit Medium did seem mysterious and cool, but what I wanted most was to understand the knowledge of mysticism.Klein did not interrupt; all he did was listen quietly.

Dunn Smith looked sideways at the red moon and said, "We only have Order 9 of the third type. Whether the Holy Cathedral has it, I'm not sure. It's called the Seer."

A fortune teller? Klein's pupils constricted as he recalled the regret that Emperor Roselle had left in his diary: He regretted not choosing an Apprentice, Bandit, or Diviner!

Adapted from the English translation of Rubaiyat. References to Chapter 21