lord of the mysteries Chapter 1128 - Finally An Outcome

Chapter 1128 Finally An Outcome

East Borough, in a two-bedroom rental apartment.

After receiving the reply from Demoness Trissy from Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr, he pulled a chair to sit down and began reading.

This means she knows of Mr. Doors existence, and she has a way to use the bloodline of the Abraham family to communicate with that entity... Trissy can already withstand Mr. Doors cry for help. Isnt she afraid of losing control because of this? Besides, she seems to be very sure of Mr. Doors identity... She really has obtained more knowledge and secrets from the Primordial Demoness... But in such a situation, why would the Demoness of White Katarina be pursuing her? Questions arose in Katarinas mind as he read the short letter.

As Trissys vague mention of the matter was within his understanding, he believed that she wasnt lying in this aspect. Furthermore, she had provided a very feasible solution.

Of course, the prerequisite for this method to succeed was to obtain the correct ritual and have a descendant of the Abraham family be willing to take a huge risk, as they used something related to their bloodline as a medium.

Of these three points, he was missing the first point. He still had some doubts about the third point. He attempted to find a safer and more concealed method, but Demoness Trissy seemed to only lack the second point.

To me, its easy to find the descendants of the Abraham family. I can directly contact them through Miss Magician. However, once I hand over their hair, blood, flesh, and bones to Demoness Trissy, this will put them at risk of being hexed... Klein understood the Demoness pathway rather well and knew that they were very good at hexes.

As his thoughts raced, he gradually came up with a countermeasure. It was to use the hair, flesh, or bones of the deceased.

He remembered that Miss Magician had mentioned to The Fool that she had once buried an old man named Lawrence. He was undoubtedly a descendant of the Abraham family.

I hope it wasnt a cremation... Although this is somewhat sacrilegious to a corpse, speaking to Mr. Door is a necessary procedure to dispel the Abraham familys ancient curse. Its better to use the dead rather than implicate the living... When the time comes, Ill add this in Trissys reply. Ill claim that this is a requirement stipulated by the descendant of the Abraham family for the rituals medium...

Also, I have to first confirm that Trissy is going to speak to Mr. Door, and not attempt to pull Him back to the real world... They are either of a high-level or are involved in high-level situations. It will be difficult to obtain any effective revelations using divination, but Emperor Roselle said that the ritual required to facilitate Mr. Doors return is very complicated. It definitely cant be set up by a small number of descendants. I can get Queen Mystic and Miss Sharron to monitor Backlunds underground market and see if there are any abnormal trades of materials and personnel... Klein nodded slightly and decided to find Miss Magician in a while. He could also rush her writing.

North Borough, Phelps Street.

On a bench, a young man in a black trench coat and silk top hat was sitting there with a thin face and a broad forehead. He looked at the withered and yellow Intis parasol trees in a daze.

He wore a crystal-carved monocle on his right eye, looking rather refined.

At that moment, an elder who was heading to Saint Samuel Cathedral stopped in his tracks when he saw that something was amiss. He asked gently, Young man, what are you worried about? You lost something in this war?

He suspected that the young mans relatives, lover, or friends had died in the air raid or during intense battles at the front lines. That was why he was sitting alone by the side of the street, looking lost.

The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle. He sighed and shook his head.

Im just thinking about some rather complicated questions.

Are you a philosopher? The old man was taken aback as he blurted out.

No, but I often bring up philosophical problems for others, just like who I am, where I am, and whats my future. The young man smiled calmly as he continued to ponder. From time to time, he would purse his lips and whisper silently.

The elder couldnt understand him and could only shake his head. Under the gaze of the stray dogs, sparrows, ants, and microbes in the air, he slowly left.

The young man didnt turn his head. His monocle reflected yellow leaves that were floating down as he muttered to himself, To Parasite ...To not Parasite ...To Parasite ...To not Parasite ...

See the bait... Devour the bait... See the bait... Devour the bait...

After getting the hair from Lawrences remains from Fors, and seeing the horror stories of Backlund hospitals being serialized in the Tussock Times, Klein entered a patient state. He also promised to send Miss Magician to a new place next week to record new sights and customs.

Soon, a new week had arrived. After having his lunch, he planned to take a short nap to prepare for the three oclock Tarot Gathering.

At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr, who was holding four blonde, red-eyed heads, walked out from the depths of the void. One of them had a linen bag in its mouth.

Who sent it? Klein suddenly had an inexplicable feeling. He had a complicated premonition as he didnt immediately reach out to receive the bag Miss Messenger was holding.

Reinette Tinekerrs three free heads spoke one after another:

The... Real... Mutated...

King... Of... Mushrooms...

This string of words... I roughly understand whats going on... Klein controlled his expression of not baring his teeth as he slowly took the bag.

When he opened the bag, he wasnt surprised to see copious amounts of demonsno, mushrooms.

Some of them were white and full, as though they would spurt out milk with a single poke. Some of them were black at the bottom and were embedded with thin blood-colored lines and markings. Some of them were covered in golden stars, and the mushroom cap was as large as a palm...

At that moment, the mushrooms were still squirming slightly, as though they wanted to spread their hyphae and spores.

After swallowing his saliva, he picked up a letter that was surrounded by mushrooms, and he started reading:

My dear friend, Gehrman,

Ive finally completed your request. Ive invented mushrooms that can be planted in dark and harsh environments. They can grow by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters, without any other conditions...

Their descendants will be divided into two categories. The first type will accumulate various kinds of poisons that cannot be eaten. However, they can be used as a source of poison. The other type can be used for food after being cooked at high temperatures through boiling, stewing, and frying. You must remember not to eat it raw or before its cooked. Otherwise, they will proliferate in your body, using your flesh and blood as a hotbed...

In consideration of having a variety of flavors, Ive invented eleven kinds of mushroomssome are rich in milk. This can be directly drunk. Some are like beef. Heh heh, when frying them, theres no need to provide any extra oil. Some are as delicate as fish meat but without the bones. My suggestion is to roast or boil it...

All of these wouldnt have been possible without your help. If I hadnt already advanced and become a Druid, I mightve taken a few years, or even more than a decade to resolve all the problems I encountered during the experimentation process...

If you have any other ideas that are suitable for me, please share them with me.

Your friend forever,

Frank Lee.

With the letter in hand, Klein fell silent for a long time. He looked up and realized that Miss Messenger was still waiting.

He sighed silently and walked to the desk. He took out a piece of paper and a pen and slowly wrote:

...Im very happy that youve succeeded. These mushrooms will help me greatly. They will effectively reduce famine in certain areas...

...Im currently busy with some matters, so I dont have any new ideas for now...

...Your friend,

Gehrman Sparrow...

After folding the letter, he looked at Miss Messenger and hesitantly asked, Hows Frank Lees condition like now?

The head that Reinette Tinekerr had previously failed to say anything spoke first:

Excited...

The other three added, Animated... Happy... Satisfied...

Following that, the four heads said, No longer... Afraid... Of being buried... In soil...

Why? Klein subconsciously asked.

The four blonde, red-eyed heads in Reinette Tinekerrs hand spat out word by word:

He... Can... Extract... The...

Soils... Nutrients... And... Oxygen...

Frank has really evolved quite a bit after becoming a Druid... For a moment, Klein wasnt sure if he should be happy for his friend, or if he should grieve for the crew of the Future.

As he watched Miss Messenger leave, Klein forced himself to sleep through Cogitation. Then, he woke up at 2:30 p.m. to prepare for this weeks Tarot Gathering.

At three oclock, dark red beams of light rose up from the ancient palace above the gray fog and solidified into their corresponding figures.

Audrey immediately stood up, curtsied, and bowed towards the end of the long bronze table.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool-

As a senior Psychiatrist, she had great control over her emotions. Furthermore, she hadnt encountered any problems this week. She was mainly seeking out donations, contacting pharmaceutical factories, and organizing medical volunteers.

However, compared to the past, the cheerfulness and happiness she had when making her greeting had decreased significantly.

The Fool Klein nodded slightly in response to the greetings from the members of the Tarot Club. Following that, he cast his gaze at The Hermit.

He still owed this lady eight questions.

Cattleya bowed her head and said with an unfaultable attitude, Honorable Mr. Fool, there are still two questions this time.

After obtaining approval, she continued, The first question is, what is the state of the devils in the Abyss?

Queen Mystics first suspicion is that the emperors mausoleum is hidden in the Abyss... This is identical to the emperors train of thought. She is indeed his biological daughter... Unfortunately, there are no citizens that can be controlled there... The Fool Klein muttered to himself inwardly as he answered with an unchanging expression, The current Abyss is a place most Devils are unable to live in.