Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of an absolutely beautiful face.

"My lover, my lover, save me..."

With his last ounce of consciousness, he stamped his feet four times counterclockwise inside the coffin.

"I wonder if such a simple ritual can even get above the gray fog..."

Fortunately, the next second, a nervous Klein appeared in the magnificent palace and sat at the head of the bronze table.

Although he was temporarily relieved of his breathing difficulties, Klein dared not relax in the slightest. He knew that time in the outside world also flowed at the same speed when he was above the gray fog. If his body suffocated in the real world, that would be terrible.

He swiftly touched the crimson star that represented his lover, and, disregarding the Fool's deep voice, cried out:

"My love! Help me! I'm suffocating in this coffin!"

……

Inside a café on University Street in Tingen.

Livre sat in a corner seat, staring blankly out the window at the deserted street.

In front of her was a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, but which she hadn't drunk a single drop of.

"Miss, we're closing up shop."

The waiter came up yawning and urged her to hurry. Livr came back to her senses and sighed softly.

She stood up, just as she was about to leave, when suddenly a somewhat ethereal voice reached her ears:

"My love! Help me! I'm suffocating in this coffin!"

This is... Klein?!

Livre froze. Wasn't Klein already dead? Was he back to life? Or was she hallucinating?

No, it wasn't a hallucination. That feeling of reality was clearly Klein calling my name from above the gray fog...

Could it be that the kid didn't die, but was just carelessly put into a coffin? No, impossible, the night watchman wouldn't be that careless...

Could it be that his cheat ability has the power to resurrect? What kind of amazing cheat ability is this? I want one too... No, now is not the time to think about these things. Klein's voice sounded like he was having a hard time. We have to hurry and save him.

Amidst her racing thoughts, Livre quickly sensed the mirrors near Raphael's Cemetery. To her surprise, she discovered that the small dressing mirror she had given to Klein was right there in Raphael's Cemetery, pressed tightly against Klein's coffin.

Looks like they buried the mirror with them as a funerary object, Klein, you're really lucky...

Liviel quickly activated her mirror-travel ability, moving swiftly through the mirror world.

The next second, she stepped out of the small mirror.

The mirror was buried in solid soil with no gaps around it, and Livre entered the coffin as if she were stuck in a model.

She turned her head and saw Klein lying in the coffin next to her.

Klein's eyes, which were already a little dizzy, widened in disbelief as he stared blankly at the suddenly appearing Miss Lover.

"Miss Lover?"

"How...how did you get in?"

It really is Klein, alive, not a zombie...

Livre trembled slightly with excitement, as if she had discovered that her cat, which had been crushed into a cat pancake by a car, had come back to life.

She laughed happily, and said with a hint of mockery:

"Many people have slept in bed with a witch, but you are probably the only one who has slept in a coffin with a witch."

She arched her long legs and kicked them upwards with great force.

Boom! A large hole was kicked in the coffin lid, and the soil above it flew up as well.

Klein took a long breath of the fresh air mixed with earth, a look of blissful contentment on his face:

"Oh my god, it's air... I almost thought I was going to suffocate..."

Livre climbed out of the hole, pulled Klein up, and then looked at Klein's chest.

The huge hole that pierced through Klein's chest is gone.

"Please explain."

Liviel said, patting the dirt off her clothes.

"Resurrection from the dead is not something a normal person can do!"

Chapter 198 The Great Ruler Above the Spirit Realm

Klein didn't answer, but stared blankly at his tombstone, murmuring the inscription:

"The best older brother...the best younger brother...the best colleague..."

He suddenly felt a pang of sadness, as if he understood the grief that Melissa and Benson felt.

Suddenly, a fair hand reached out and grabbed his ear:

"Hey, are you deaf? What kind of person would ignore the question of their savior? Answer me now!"

Livre grabbed Klein's ear and only let go when he cried out in pain.

She didn't want Klein to dwell on his sad memories, so she resorted to this method to distract him.

Klein rubbed his ears, muttering somewhat confusedly:

"I'm not really sure... Perhaps it's the special feeling I got from that gray fog?"

He sighed, squatted down, and filled the splattered mud back up.

Klein is quite cautious; he even knows how to handle the situation.

Livre was in a good mood and worked with him to quickly restore the grave to its original state.

If the Night Watchers, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart knew, Liviel believed that Klein would definitely not have a good ending. His resurrection would attract unimaginable attention.

After filling the hole with soil again, Livre clapped her hands, stood up again, and looked at the intact Klein with a hint of satisfaction.

In this situation, she resembled a lady who came to pay her respects to a friend late at night, the only inappropriate thing being that she brought her friend along as well.

Klein felt a little uncomfortable under the gaze, scratched his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Thank you, Miss Lover, for saving me once again..."

He suddenly remembered that the last time he thanked his lover was still fresh in his mind. It was when he defeated the offspring of the evil god Megaius. To Klein, it felt like it had just happened not long ago, but in the real world, he didn't know how much time had passed...

He asked, somewhat confused:

"What happened after I, um... 'died'? Is Dunn alright? Are Emily and the others alright?"

You didn't even mention Leonard, who cried quite a bit at your funeral.

Livre put away her teasing mood and said in a calm tone:

"Leonard's injuries are not serious; Emily's physical injuries are minor, but her mental state is severely traumatized; Dunn's injuries are very serious, he has lost his basic combat ability, and he may have to leave the Night Watch. In addition, two internal guards have been killed..."

Upon hearing this, Klein's expression gradually became solemn, and he stood there for a long time without saying a word.

After a long while, he finally let out a deep sigh:

"Take me to say goodbye to them."

Livre nodded slightly and led Klein as they searched. A dozen minutes later, the two saw the tombstones of the two inner guards.

After the ceremony, Klein shook his head and sighed:

"I don't know what I am now. Maybe I'm just an evil spirit that crawled out of hell and wants revenge..."

As he spoke, he suddenly couldn't continue. Tears streamed down his face, and finally, he choked out a soft cry:

“I…I can never go back…Melissa, Benson, Captain, Emily…”

Livre watched all this with heartache, feeling equally saddened.

She too experienced a similar near-death experience back then, and could never appear before her beloved again.

She sighed softly and gently patted Klein's shoulder:

"Alright, at least you still have me as a friend."

"Thank you, Miss Lover."

Klein raised a hand to wipe his eyes, rubbed his nose, and spoke in a calm tone with a barely perceptible tremor:

"Who is behind all this? Have we found out yet?"

Liviel hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Let's talk about this above the gray fog. That gray fog should be able to hinder some of our ability to spy on you."

Feeling the cold, damp wind blowing past, and recalling the series of coincidences that had happened before, Klein couldn't help but shiver.

He found a secluded spot nearby, took four steps backward, entered the gray fog, and then pulled his lover into the gray fog as well.

Klein pursed his lips, and only when he saw that the majestic palace and the ancient, mottled long table remained unchanged did he feel relieved.

He sat down in the seat designated for the "Fool," watching as his lover, Miss Lover, also sat down at the bronze table below.

After Livre sat down, she said in a deep voice:

"Currently, the Night Watchers' official stance on this matter seems to be uncertain. Because of my appearance, some people believe that the mastermind is the Witch Cult; a small number of people believe that it is Archbishop Ince Zangwill, who defected from the Church of the Night, but there is a lack of direct evidence."

“The Witch Cult…” Klein’s mouth dropped open in surprise, then he gave a wry smile. “Miss Lover, you’ve really taken the blame for something.”

"I'm not a member of the witch cult, so I shouldn't be blamed for this."

Livre spoke casually, saying that as long as Emily didn't hate her, she didn't care whether the Night Watchers would hold the Witch Cult accountable.

After a moment's thought, Klein wrote down the divination statement:

"The one who killed me."

He silently repeated it seven times, leaned back in his chair, and entered a dream through meditation.

In a hazy, gray world, countless points of light danced and gathered, eventually merging into a single image:

A pair of shiny leather boots, a slightly pale hand, and Saint Selena's urn held by the former.

Klein's gaze gradually moved upwards, and he saw a middle-aged man with short, dark gold hair.

He was wearing a black double-breasted long suit, and was clearly blind in one eye. His eyes were deep blue, almost black, and his facial features were sculpted without a single wrinkle.

The scene shattered, and Klein woke up from his dream, frowning slightly as he felt that the murderer who killed him looked very familiar.

As a fortune teller, he quickly realized why the person looked familiar: he had seen the photo and description of their appearance on the wanted poster!

The murderer is Ince Zangwell! A former archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Night who defected with the sealed artifact "0-08," and a "gatekeeper" who failed his ascension!

Countless images flashed through Klein's mind, finally settling on the scene of the other person picking up Saint Selena's urn.

"It's him! It's him! Ince Zangwell!"

Tap, tap, tap, he reached out and lightly tapped the edge of the bronze table, feeling that he had figured out a lot of things, and slowly said:

"Ince Zangwell is a Sequence 5 'Gatekeeper' of the 'Death' pathway. He wants to become a high-sequence powerhouse and a demigod. Based on the actual situation of sequence swapping, he has three choices: one is his own Sequence 4 of the 'Death' pathway, the second is Sequence 4 of the 'Sleepless' pathway, and the third is Sequence 4 'Demon Hunter' of the 'God of War' pathway."

“Saint Selena is a saint, either Sequence 4 or Sequence 3, and her ashes correspond to one of the potions of those two sequences… As the former archbishop, Ince Zangwill certainly knows exactly which one it is, and he certainly knows exactly what the auxiliary materials are…”

"His real purpose in plotting these things was to obtain Saint Selena's ashes and thereby advance to Sequence 4 of the 'Sleepless' pathway?"

"So it seems his target was more the captain than me... He really is the mastermind behind it all..."

Having identified the murderer, Livre felt a slight sense of relief, but then asked with some doubt:

"I didn't get any clear information when I used the magic mirror before. Why can you make such a clear prediction when you're only Sequence 8?"

Klein pondered for a moment and said:

"There are probably two reasons. One is that I was killed by Ince Zangwell with my own hands, and I have a deep connection to this matter, with enough prior information."

"The second point... might involve the special nature of this gray fog."

As Klein spoke, he unconsciously tapped the edge of the bronze table lightly, as if he had returned to the unfathomable image of the Fool.

It can revive, it can hold meetings, and it has so many buffs... What kind of cheat code is this? It's too powerful...

Livre couldn't help but feel a little envious, while rationally analyzing the situation:

“Zangwell is merely the ‘gatekeeper’ of Sequence 5. It’s impossible for him alone to create such a massive plan that would make the evil god’s offspring in Megoos’s womb obey ‘arrangements’ and visit the Night Watch squad at the right time.”

"So, it's the power of that sealed artifact '0-08'?"