Lord of the Mysteries

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In the bleak blushing moonlight, Klein opened the quilt and climbed up.

For a diviner, the emphasis on dreams is the most basic accomplishment, and the dream just can't be explained with a simple nightmare.

He wore fairly comfortable clothes and came to the front of the full-length mirror, whispering:

"I dreamt of the **** door in that room."

The figure of the bodyguard was slowly sketched on the mirror and replied with no expression:

"The effect of evil spirits."

"This will gradually weaken until it disappears."

This way... Klein nodded slightly, went back to the bed, picked up the gold-shelled pocket watch, and glanced at it.

Seeing the time is still early, he is lying down again to sleep, this time, the dreams are separated, and there is no previous experience.

The next day, on Sunday morning, Klein gave herself a slap in the air to match the buttered bread.

In the Kingdom of Rou, or in the countries of the Northern Continent, reading newspapers at breakfast is a must for gentlemen. Klein is no exception, and he has subscribed to the subscriptions of the Tsokke newspaper Beckland Post and The Beckland Morning Post.

"The Government Employees Unified Examination Act was officially passed in the upper house. The first test will be held in early December. The second round will be held at the end of January next year. After two weeks, it will be the final interview. Within one week, the government will announce the test. Jobs and requirements, start the registration work... The reporter guessed that most of this will be in Beckland..." Klein swept the contents, took the cup and drank the Xibe black tea.

He inevitably associates with Benson and confesses in his heart:

"The bill was passed at the end of September, the position was announced in early October, the registration was completed in early November, and the exam was started in early December... The schedule was very tight and unreasonable enough to see the urgency of the King and the Prime Minister."

"But it is very beneficial to Benson. He has been preparing for more than two months ahead of others. Even if he is not comparable to those who graduated from college, he will certainly be able to outperform most other people, and those positions that the elite want to seek." It won't coincide with him."

"He should have no problem..."

Klein wanted to draw a red moon on the chest and say that the goddess blessed him. He thought that the bodyguard was nearby and forcibly resisted the impulse. After all, his claimed belief was the **** of steam and machinery.

After eating the last bite, he continued to read the newspaper:

"The upper and lower houses passed the proposal to establish the 'Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee', allowing the government to form this institution... The next month will be a crucial period for the parties to compete for membership..."

“...a separate alkali industry prosecutor position was approved, with the goal of producing acid and alkali plants to minimize their pollution levels.”

"...The fifth edition does not have ads for Ernst Commercials to acquire goods. You don't need to consider attending the extraordinary gatherings tomorrow night..."

............

Tingen City, No. 2, Narcissus Street.

Banson repeatedly read the news in the newspaper and completely forgot the bread in the plate.

"Is the Uniform Exam Pass passed?" Melissa wore a long black dress and looked sideways at her unusually taller brother.

The newspapers of the past few days have been rendering the motions that will be passed.

Banson finally put down the newspaper, wiped out the black hair, and slowly spit out:

"Yes."

At this time, the two suddenly fell silent, the house was quiet, and even the knife and fork hit the plate.

The indescribable atmosphere was broken by the kitchen servant Bella, and Banson smiled and said:

"This is something that can be foreseen. In fact, what is more important is the previous news."

"Well?" Melissa's expression was very quiet.

Banson licked his bread and smiled:

“The Beckland Institute of Technology has changed the news of the university.”

"It will officially enroll students next year, not to take grammar and classical literature exams, mainly based on technical content, and is very suitable for graduates and students in technical schools everywhere."

"Melissa, I think you can try it."

"But..." Melissa subconsciously retorted.

Banson interrupted her words, said with a smile:

"It will cost half the tuition fee to universities like Tingen, Perth, Hoy, and Beckland. It is equivalent to Conston University of Technology in Kamihain, and there are more scholarship opportunities. Melissa, you don't like it. Machinery, like steam, like this content? This is your best chance to get in touch with more advanced and in-depth knowledge."

"Try it, how? Don't worry about wasting money, that pen, although it allows us to maintain our current life without having to work, but we are still young, we can't define our life like this, define our life, you see Compared with a few months ago, my grammar level has improved a lot."

"Amount... Change the environment, maybe it will be better."

"I know that you can't bear Tingen, I can't bear it here, um, we will come back after all, but not when we are young."

Melissa looked at the various parts of the coffee table, and her lips moved a few times:

"What about Bella?"

After Klein passed away, she didn't want to hire a miscellaneous maid. She could think of Bella's life-threatening situation after she lost her job. She gave up this plan. Anyway, the extra expenses of 5 Sule per week, the income of the annuity can be at least 300 pounds. For the Moretti family, it is nothing.

In this regard, Benson shook his head and smiled:

“It’s been a few months, it’s going to let Bella go ahead and find a new job. Before that, we will continue to pay her and give her the bedroom. Moreover, her cooking is much better than before. I can apply for it. Family female chef, unfortunately... Oh, of course, the premise of all is that you can pass the entrance examination of the Beckland Technical University."

He wanted to say that it was a pity that Bella didn't learn how to cook for a long time, but after looking at Melissa's depressed expression, he forced the topic to change.

Not waiting for Melissa to say, Benson smiled and touched his hair:

"I plan to resign tomorrow and concentrate on preparing for the exam. This position is said to be mostly in Beckland. This is my goal. I hope we can go there together."

Melissa was silent for a moment and finally slowly lowered her head.

At the same time, she put the knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth:

"I went to the bathroom."

"Okay." Banson watched his sister get up and leave the table, and the smile that had been piled on his face disappeared.

He took out the silver pocket watch with a vine pattern and glanced at it carefully, sighing very quietly.

............

During the day on Sunday, Klein was busy rushing to several public libraries in the Jowood area, looking for information about Viscount Pound, but the Viscount family did not have a separate biography, nor did it cause a historian. Interest in conducting specialized research.

All of them are scattered in different corners of various historical materials. Without the "search" function, Klein faced the vast collection of books and essays, only to feel the pain in his head.

He spent six hours looking at a lot of information and still couldn't get useful information.

"You must find someone who has extensive research on the history of the nobility, or bribe the police department, get Pound from the baron's current address, he is a nobleman, the police department must have a corresponding record, the number of nobility is not More.” Klein returned home, standing in front of the wash mirror and talking to the air.

The mirror surface quickly outlined the bodyguard's gothic court dress and black bonnet on the top.

She couldn't see the dagger, and seemed to agree with Klein's thoughts.

Then, her illusory whispered voice came out:

"The employment is over."

I know, for three days... Klein thought:

"If I can get any clues about the Pound family, would you like to know?"

The bodyguard did not answer, but gently nodded.

"Well... telling through Maric?" Klein asked.

After nodding again, the bodyguard lady bent down and lifted the skirt and took a gift.

Her figure disappeared quickly, and nothing was reflected in the mirror.

Klein looked around and didn't relax. He prepared the dinner step by step and filled his stomach.

When the night was quiet, returning to the bedroom and pulling the curtains, he took out the iron cigarette case and reached out to touch the "black eyes" left by Rosago.

A burst of illusory smashing his mind immediately seemed to tear his spirit and destroy his thoughts.

Klein struggled to counter the pain that caused his head to explode, and once again saw the black lines that spread out in different parts of his body.

They are dense, illusory, and extend to infinity.

Klein looked around and couldn't find another black thin line and finally confirmed that the bodyguard had left.

He quickly let go, fleeing the negative impact, and slowed down for a few tens of seconds before completely returning to normal.

"Call, you can finally go over the fog to verify the inspiration that came out before..." Klein silently said, quickly set the ceremony, summon himself, and respond to himself.

Then, in the spirit state, he carried the Azick copper whistle, picked up the iron cigarette box, and returned to the fog.

Klein sat at the top of the old long table, using his fingers to pull out the spiritual flame, burning off the **** files in the corner and other items that are no longer needed.

After doing all this, he opened the iron cigarette case, and unexpectedly found that the "black eyes" became quiet, no longer revealing madness, but the kind of pollution that still affects the precipitation, just not Reactive, as if hibernating.

"Sure enough, there is no way to separate directly..." Klein whispered, and immediately appeared on the chair opposite the old long table with a man wearing a hooded robes.

Like the previous attempt to create a avatar, the man was sluggish and stiff, and at first glance it was not a real person, and he could not fool the members of the Tarot Club.

However, Klein has already had inspiration for this.

He reached out and grasped the "all-black eye", and there was no silence in the ears.

With the extraordinary characteristics of this gathering, he saw that the dummy on the opposite side also had a thin black line that wandered outside.

Then, Klein carefully spread the spirituality through the "eye of all black" and touched the illusory lines.

Between Horan, he felt the feeling of holding.

This is, his thoughts move, and the dummy immediately raised his hand.

Sure enough! I can use the ability of the "Master of Secrets" to create a false Tarot member! However, this is very expensive, I can't maintain the second one... well, the symbol of the back of the chair will not change, but Miss "Justice" they can't see it... Klein is happy to start practicing again and even Master the skills of how to manipulate the other's throat and mouth and let it speak.

When the spirit is nearly exhausted, he smiles and looks at the opposite dummy:

"Welcome, new member, which tarot card do you want to smoke?"

After he finished, he closed his mouth, and the dummy opposite him raised his hand and touched his chin. He smiled and said:

"world!"

"I chose the 'world' card."

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