Lord of the Mysteries

The norm is for everyone to die together? Very glad that I’m still alive? Fortunate that I’m still alive?

Klein shivered and quickly ran to the door, trying to catch up with the policemen and ask for protection.

But as soon as he reached the handle, he suddenly stopped.

That officer talked so horribly about it, why didn’t they protect me, an important witness or key lead?

Isn’t that too careless?

Were they just probing me? Or maybe it’s a bait?

All kinds of thoughts rushed into Klein’s mind; he suspected that the police were still secretly “watching” him, observing his reaction.

He felt much calmer after thinking of this and was no longer so panicked. He slowly opened the door, deliberately shouting with a trembling voice at the staircase, “You guys will protect me, right?”

Tap, tap, tap… There was no response from the police officers, and there was no change in the rhythm of the contact between the leather shoes and the wooden stairs.

“I know! You’ll do that!” Klein shouted again in a tone of feigned conviction, trying to act like a normal person that was in danger.

The sound of footsteps gradually weakened and disappeared into the bottom floor of the apartment.

Klein snorted and laughed, “Isn’t that response too fake? Their acting skills are not up to standard!”

He did not run after them. Instead, he turned back to the room and closed the door behind him.

In the next few hours, Klein fully expressed what they called back in Foodaholic Empire, China—restlessness, nervousness, agitation, inadvertence and murmuring words that he did not understand. He did not slack just because there was no one around.

This is called the self-cultivation of an actor! He laughed at himself in his heart.

When the sun moved to the west, the clouds on the horizon appeared to be reddish-orange. Tenants in the apartment came home one after another; Klein shifted his focus elsewhere.

“Melissa is almost done with school…” He looked at the stove, lifted the kettle, peeled off the coal and took out the revolver.

Without pause or delay, he reached to the back of the board under the double-decked bed where more than ten wooden strips were staggered out.

After clipping the left wheel between a piece of wooden strip and board, Klein straightened up and waited uneasily, fearing that the police would burst open the door and rush into the room with guns in their hands.

If it was an Age of Steam, he was certain he would not be seen by anyone when he did that. However, there were extraordinary powers here, ones that he had proven through his own experiences.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement at the door. There was only the chatter between two tenants who were heading for the Heart of the Wild Bar on Iron Cross Street.

exhaled,

was wait for Melissa’s return and cook the stewed mutton with tender

taste the rich flavor of the gravy; he remembered how Melissa cooked stewed mutton with

After a specific period of time, the peas and potatoes were added, and the stew was to be cooked for an additional

simple and crude way to do it… Supported purely by the flavors of the

only pursue simple, practical, and economical methods. As long as the meat was not burnt or spoiled, anything was good for people who could only eat meat once

was not a very good cook himself and ordered takeout food most of the time. But by cooking three or four times a week, after many weeks of accumulated practice, he had a passing standard and felt that he would not let the pound of

is!” Klein made an excuse for himself. First, he started the fire again, went to the bathroom to collect water, and washed the mutton. Then he took out the kitchen boards and knives before chopping

who had not only hired a chef who was good at the Midseashire flavor, but also often created his

dead

a world with Beyonders; the dead are not necessarily unable to speak. With that in mind,

a spoonful of the crude salt, half of which had

saucepan on the stove and, while waiting for it to heat up, Klein rummaged for

he was done with his preparations, he took out a small can from the cupboard and opened it. There

in the pan, and melted it. He

the mutton into the pot

wine at least. However, the Moretti family did not have these luxuries and could only drink a glass of beer a week. Klein had to

tender peas and cut potatoes

closed the lid, lowered the fire, and exhaled satisfactorily, waiting for his

intensified. There was the allure from the meat, the rich smell of potatoes, and the refreshing scent

and Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time, keeping

approached. A key was inserted, the handle was turned, and the door

came in, she whispered doubtfully, “Smells

still in her hand, she stepped in and glanced over at the

her veil hat and

the fragrance. Her eyes quickly softened, and she seemed to find

this?” she asked

he said to himself, “Don’t worry, I specifically asked Welch to teach me how to cook this dish. You know, he has

time?” Melissa’s eyebrows creased subconsciously, but they

and veil hat down somewhere. Go to the bathroom and wash your hands, and then get ready to taste it. I’m very confident

saw his gentle and calm smile, Melissa stood rooted at

to be cooked longer?” Klein urged

her senses. With handbag and veil in each hand, she rushed into

was uncovered, a sudden blast of steam appeared before Klein’s eyes. Two pieces of rye bread were already placed

hands and face, and returned, a plate of stewed mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots and onions was already placed on the table. Two pieces of rye bread, colored by a light dip into the gravy, were

the wooden fork and spoon next to the

still a little confused. She didn’t refuse; she picked up a potato with her fork, put it into her