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Lord of the Mysteries · Chapter 354

Chapter 353: Breakfast

December 20, 2018 · 5 min read · 1,092 words

Again, only worshiping the moon without respecting the Goddess? Klein couldn't help but look thoughtful.

He had first heard of such a thing while learning about the Life School, but he never expected that a Wizard King who had lived his entire life in the Southern Continent would hold a similar view.

—After the "Pale Era" at the end of the Fourth Epoch, the Roaring Sea truly lived up to its name, isolating the Northern and Southern Continents with no more exchanges. The Life School formed in the early Fifth Epoch, so it was clearly impossible for it to have developed into the Southern Continent before Roselle sent people to find a safe route.

Wizard King Kraman also belonged to the early period, active more than a thousand years before the invasion of the Southern Continent by the Northern countries.

That is to say, two Beyonder "powers" belonging to the Northern and Southern Continents, unable to communicate or exchange, at roughly the same time chose to worship the moon itself and ignore the Goddess of Night.

Such a coincidence makes one have to consider why.

Could it be that a new deity was born, taking away the authority related to the moon? But as a deity, He shouldn't be so obscure... Or perhaps, although the Goddess seized the moon's authority, the believers of the original moon god survived, passed down from the Fourth Epoch or even the Third, and after the separation of the Northern and Southern Continents, they split into two branches: one the Wizard King, one the Life School? Klein made rough guesses but was troubled by having no corresponding clues to narrow it down.

He temporarily set aside his thoughts, and quickly browsed the later content of the *Book of Secrets*.

In the preface, Wizard King Kraman stated very directly that many of the book's rituals, mysticisms, astrology methods, and summoning arts originated from primitive moon worship, and he detailed the corresponding honorific name: "The unique Red Moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual forces."

An honorific name! But lacking a more common description like "Goddess of Night" or "Mother Earth"... If such an obscure deity really existed, His believers would inevitably have developed a more convenient title for oral praise, rather than using primitive moon worship... Klein noticed a strange point and analyzed it based on his mystical knowledge.

"Furthermore, using 'Scarlet Master' to hold a ritual would clearly point to the Goddess, but using a very similar yet more detailed honorific name would bypass the Goddess and point to their power source, to the so-called Primordial Moon... I don't know what kind of eerie existence it is..." Klein thought with a mix of curiosity and alarm.

Because he didn't have much time, he only quickly glanced through the subsequent content and found that, as Wizard King Kraman himself said, many mysticisms and rituals pointed to the moon.

For Klein, this wasn't something he needed to pay too much attention to; he wouldn't copy those things and provoke the Primordial Moon, whatever it was. He wanted to learn the overall structure, design ideas, and detailed handling of those mysticisms and rituals.

Only by grasping the underlying laws could he create his own mysticisms, rituals, astrology methods, and summoning arts pointing to the "Yellow-Black King".

Perhaps a long time from now, I will have a self-contained system of mysticism... Klein removed the spirit pendulum from his wrist and finally confirmed the authenticity of the *Book of Secrets*.

After getting a positive answer, he didn't rush to use the werewolf's Beyonder characteristic to divine a recipe; anyway, he wouldn't sell it. By the same token, he planned to take his time researching the origin of the biological toxin bottle.

He quickly returned to the real world, pulled open the curtains, and saw the sun that could not illuminate the earth; it was hidden behind clouds and haze, appearing somewhat pale.

"Ah-choo!"

Suddenly, Klein covered his mouth and nose and sneezed.

At that moment, he found himself with a slight headache and fever, not very energetic; it seemed he had caught a cold.

As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, I came down with an illness... Klein pulled out a tissue and blew his nose.

He thought it over carefully and soon understood the reason: The negative effect of the biological toxin bottle is to gradually weaken the holder and develop into illness!

If he carried it for a bit longer, he might even die from illness.

And this could not be eliminated by the spiritual shackles!

Last night, after a great battle, with his spirituality nearly exhausted and his body weak from poisoning, Klein still carried the biological toxin bottle and hid in the "Lever Church" for half an hour...

Plus the time it took to return to Minsk Street, he had shamefully fallen ill.

"It's not serious... doesn't affect much..." Klein sneezed again, tidied up, and went to take a hot bath.

After washing, to reward himself, he specially fried an egg, fragrant and enticing.

"A Wizard King's *Book of Secrets*, a magical item no less than the , the biological toxin bottle, and a Sequence 7 'Werewolf' Beyonder characteristic—this haul is quite good... Too bad I didn't get the 'Corpse' Beyonder characteristic, pity..." Klein sat at the dining table, eating while calculating his gains.

Another thing that pained him was that he had used a full eleven Beyonder bullets, each worth nearly 10 pounds!

That means I burned about 100 pounds... literally throwing money at people... No wonder most low- to mid-Sequence Beyonders are so desperate for money... Klein looked down at his breakfast.

They cost only a few pence in total!

After breakfast, Klein leisurely read the newspaper, occasionally sneezing and wiping his mouth and nose with a tissue.

Just as the eight o'clock church bell subsided, his doorbell rang.

Klein was not surprised to see , the reporter from the *Daily Observer*.

The reporter, with beautiful blue eyes and two small mustaches but rough skin, took off his hat in greeting and said: "Detective Moriarty, do you have time to take my commission?"

Although he had a bit of a cold, taking commissions normally wouldn't raise suspicions... Having just done a job, Klein smiled and said: "I'm slightly ill, but it doesn't affect my fighting and shooting."

Mike smiled and said: "Thank you for your help."

"Let's set off now."

"Um, Detective Moriarty, have you had breakfast? It's on me; as your employer, I should be responsible for your meals today."

End of chapter 354