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Lord of the Mysteries · Chapter 1201

Chapter 1194: Eastward

April 16, 2021 · 6 min read · 1,185 words

The "Dark Angel" was most likely the negative personality split off by the … Mr. Door was once the most powerful King of Angels… The Abraham family still holds at least two Grade 0 sealed artifacts, corresponding to an Angel-level Beyonder characteristic of the Apprentice pathway… The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness… One piece of occult knowledge after another echoed in the mind of "The Hermit" , leaving her shocked and deeply burdened at the same time.

If not for the , for the protection of Mr. Fool, and for "The World" Gehrman Sparrow providing them, she would never have gained this knowledge so easily. She would have definitely faced immense risk, inadvertently drawing the attention of certain high-level existences or becoming entangled in madness and pain.

"Thank you for the advance. This will greatly help me digest the potion." Cattleya opened her eyes and expressed her sincere gratitude.

According to her original plan, meeting the "Mysterious Queen" should have yielded some occult knowledge. Combined with Gehrman Sparrow's advance, the "Mysticologist" potion could likely be completely digested. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in , the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette had left this metropolis following a clue, leaving Cattleya very disappointed.

Hearing the words of "The Hermit," Klein, who was disguised as "The World," laughed hoarsely: "This gift comes at a price."

As his voice echoed, he nodded to the ladies "Justice" and "The Magician," indicating that the words applied to them too.

When this private gathering ended and the members left "The Source," Klein stood up, walked from the bottom of the mottled long table back to the head, and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool."

He leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests. As he did, the empty space beside him rippled, condensing into a halo of light.

These were the light spots of prayers. They came from the puppets controlled by the Historical Void images Klein had summoned. They had existed before the gathering, but the corresponding area had been blocked by Klein, so no one could perceive them. They only returned to normal now.

Klein cast his gaze upon the halo of light and, using it as a focal point, extended his vision far away: In the real world, a dark mountain peak stood tall, with a cave entrance on its slope that extended deep underground.

Many humans who had survived the Great Catastrophe had once hidden here, but later, the Gloomy Wolf turned them into His puppets.

During this period, Klein had traced back through various clues and found three of the Gloomy Wolf's previous hiding places, but the harvest was not great.

The reason was simple, just like right now. By the cave entrance stood a stone, and upon it sat a young man in a classical black robe, a pointed soft hat, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

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This "Angel of Time" seemed to sense the gaze from "The Source." He raised his head, adjusted his crystal monocle, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"..." Klein withdrew his gaze, the "muscles" of his face twitching slightly as he muttered, "Just an unrelenting spirit... It's not like this guy doesn't know the Gloomy Wolf's past. Does he have to destroy all the clues I need? And he's only a step ahead every single time..."

If he were not outmatched, he would hang Amon up and give him a good thrashing right now.

Huh... Klein let out a breath and immediately returned to the real world.

He wore a black top hat and carried a dim yellow kerosene lantern. He dismissed the maintenance of the Historical Void projection and, without looking back, left the mountain peak, plunging into the dead, silent wilderness.

There was not a hint of hesitation in Klein's steps, for he had long obtained detailed intelligence on the Gloomy Wolf Kotar from the "Goddess of the Night" and had a thorough understanding of this "God of Wishes"'s personality, style, and habits.

The reason he was still pursuing the past of the Gloomy Wolf was mainly to make a verification. After all, the Eastern Continent had become the "" for two to three thousand years, and the Gloomy Wolf had been free from the gaze of the "Goddess of the Night" for long enough. If he completely followed the intelligence provided by the "Goddess of the Night" to plan his actions, there was a considerable probability of making the mistake of bombing a target with an outdated map.

"Under the immense pressure exerted by the '' and Amon, the possibility of the Gloomy Wolf transforming is quite high... Maybe he has even become twisted, maybe his spirit was so suppressed that he has gone half-mad..." Klein couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

The "Gloomy Wolf" in his words could actually be seamlessly swapped for "" or "," only the sentences would need to be changed to the future tense.

Klein insisted on pursuing the past of the Gloomy Wolf for another reason: to try and deceive Amon, making it difficult for Him to guess that he had already grasped the key information.

Of course, this might not necessarily deceive that "God of Deception." Klein's main goal was to obtain a moral victory, thereby regulating his overly suppressed psychological state, so he wouldn't have to constantly seek treatment from Miss "Justice."

Hmm, looking at it so far, the Gloomy Wolf Kotar had indeed maintained the sobriety and rationality of the late-middle Second Epoch. Unlike when he first merged with other Beyonder characteristics, he wasn't manic, bloodthirsty, or mad… His most important character trait seemed unchanged: he was still so paranoid, so paranoid that he didn't even fully trust his own puppets. Once he decided to migrate, he would leave behind all the puppets he had previously possessed and erase the connections… Also, the Gloomy Wolf seemed to have migrated from the East to here… As he was thinking, Klein suddenly stopped. In the darkness without stars or the crimson moon, relying on his spiritual intuition, he cast his gaze towards a certain place.

His expression gradually turned solemn. He raised his right hand and pressed down on his half-height silk top hat.

Then, Klein adjusted his forward direction and advanced step by step towards where his gaze indicated.

There was the East.

In the endless darkness, the kerosene lantern in his hand dragged out a lonely shadow. His knee-length trench coat was almost the same color as the distant deep night. His pace was a bit faster than before.

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In Backlund, within the luxurious villa of the Hall family in the Queen's District.

Audrey sat down in front of her vanity table and began to think seriously about how to make the release of the "bait" seem reasonable.

In this process, she suddenly thought of something.

That was, if she had to go near the Beyonder gathering to "monitor" the thoughts of the participants, she lacked a fast and convenient enough method.

End of chapter 1201