Lord of the Mysteries

Returning to his chair again, he heard the faraway cathedral’s bells chime again. It continued seven times before Zhou Mingrui slowly stood up. He went up front to the cupboard and took out his clothes.

A black vest with a matching suit, trousers that clung tightly to his legs, a halved top hat and his faint scholarly air made Zhou Mingrui feel like he was watching an English drama set in the Victorian era.

He suddenly muttered softly as he shook his head with a wry smile, “I’m not going for an interview. All I’m doing is buying some ingredients to prepare for my luck enhancement ritual…”

Klein was so concerned about his impending interview that it became instinct. When he was not focused enough, he habitually wore his only decent set of clothing.

After taking a breath, Zhou Mingrui took off his suit and vest, switching to a brownish-yellow coat. He also changed to a felt hat with a rounded edge of the same color.

With his outfit done, he walked to the side of the bed and lifted a square cushion. He reached his hand into an inconspicuous hole beneath and rummaged around before finding an intermediate layer.

When he retracted his right hand, there was a roll of notes in his palm. There were about eight notes with faded dark green colors.

These were all the savings Benson had at the moment. It even included the living expenses for the next three days. Two of them were five-soli notes and the remaining were one-soli notes.

In the Loen Kingdom’s currency system, soli was ranked second. It originated from ancient silver coins. One soli was equivalent to twelve copper pence. They had denominations of one and five soli.

At the top of the currency system was the gold pound. They were also paper based but were guaranteed by gold and pegged directly. A gold pound was equivalent to twenty soli. They had denominations of one, five, and ten gold pounds.

Zhou Mingrui spread a note and caught a whiff of the faint unique ink.

This was the smell of money.

Perhaps a result of Klein’s memory fragments or his constant desire for money, Zhou Mingrui felt like he had instantly fallen in love with these notes.

Look, their designs are so beautiful. It makes the stern and old-fashioned George III and his two mustaches appear especially adorable…

Look, the watermark that can be seen when the note is placed against sunlight is so alluring. The exquisite design for the anti-counterfeit label makes it completely different from those fake fancy schlocks!

Zhou Mingrui admired it for nearly a minute before pulling out two one-soli notes. He then rolled up the remaining notes and stuffed them back into the cushion’s concealed layer.

After arranging and flattening the cloth around the hole, Zhou Mingrui folded the two notes he had taken out neatly and placed them into the left pocket of his brownish-yellow jacket. He separated the notes from the few pence he had in his trouser pocket.

With all of this done, he placed a key into his right pocket and brought a dark brownish paper bag along with him and quickly walked toward the door.

His shuffling footsteps slowed down from a brisk pace until it eventually stopped.

Zhou Mingrui stood by the door and was unsure when he had already begun to frown.

Klein’s suicide was fraught with peculiarities. Would he encounter any ‘accidents’ if he were to leave just like that?

After some deep thought, Zhou Mingrui returned to his desk and pulled open the drawer. He then took out the shimmering brass revolver.

This was the only defensive weapon he could think of, and it was the only weapon with sufficient power!

Although he had never practicing shooting, just pulling such a revolver out would definitely daunt anyone!

He caressed the revolver’s cold metal before stuffing his revolver into the pocket where his notes were. He clasped the money in his palm as his fingers pressed onto the gun’s handle. It was perfectly concealed.

Feeling secure, he who knew a little of everything suddenly had a worry.

I end

quickly thought of a solution. He drew the revolver and released the cylinder. He

there was a misfire,

into his pocket, Zhou Mingrui kept his left

right hand and pulled open the

window situated at the end of the corridor. Zhou

had unique climate characteristics. The highest annual temperature was not even 30°C on Earth, with even cooler mornings. However, the streets were awash with filthy water and strewn junk. From Klein’s memories, this was not a rare sight in low-income communities, even if there were sewers. After all, there were just too many people and people needed

and try our delicious roasted

Drink a bowl in the morning and feel invigorated all

port for just five

and eel soup make the

“Conch! Conch! Conch!”

from the farms outside

…

pedestrians. Some of them would stop and carefully compare

fragrant aromas. As he clenched the revolver tightly in his left hand, he held the notes tight. He pressed

street had no lack of poor citizens who were working part time after losing their previous jobs. There were also starving children that were exploited

reached a point where the crowdedness around him restored to normal. He straightened his back and raised his

accordionist busking. The

children in ragged

to the beat, dancing self-made choreographies. Their faces were filled with joy as though they were a prince

deadpan woman passed by; her skirt was dirty

looked at the bunch of children did a faint glow flash. It was as though she had seen herself from three decades

into another street before

of the bakery was a seventy-plus year old granny named Wendy Smyrin. Her hair was completely grayish-white and she always wore a genial smile. From the beginning of Klein’s memories, she had been here selling bread

and lemon cakes she bakes are very

Mingrui gulped a mouthful of saliva

pounds of

Klein, where’s Benson? Is he not back?”

days,” answered Zhou Mingrui

rye bread, she sighed. “He sure is a hardworking lad. He

lips curled up as she said playfully, “All is good now. You have already graduated. You are a history graduate of our Khoy University~ Oh, you will soon be able to earn money. You should not be staying in the apartment you are

seem to be a young and energetic woman today.” All Zhou Mingrui could do was respond with a

his interview and become a lecturer at Tingen University, it was

rooms, two bathrooms, a huge

that despite working for so many years,

earning fourteen to

under the premise that he passed either the Tingen University or Backlund University

without any connections were unable to get recommendations to become a public servant. And those who studied history were more limited in job opportunities. There was not much demand

incomplete, Zhou Mingrui

been this young,” answered

she packed the sixteen rye bread she had weighed into the brown paper bag that Zhou Mingrui

bread weighted about half a pound as differences were

Wasn’t it eleven pence two days ago?” Zhou Mingrui asked

pence the

the people who protested on the streets for the repeal of the Grain