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, feeling

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

his mouth seemed to taste the rich

the meat. Then, she added onions, salt, a little pepper, and water. After a specific period of time, the peas and

Supported purely by the flavors of

to have many kinds of condiments and various cooking methods. They could only pursue simple, practical, and economical methods. As long

by cooking three or four times a week, after many weeks of accumulated practice, he had a passing standard

it, it will be done after 7:30pm. She would be starving by then… It’s time for her to see what real cooking is!” Klein made an excuse for himself. First, he started the fire again, went

not only hired a chef who was good at the Midseashire flavor, but also

the dead cannot refute

the dead are not necessarily unable to speak. With that in mind, Klein was a

in a spoonful of the crude salt, half of which had begun

to heat up, Klein rummaged for

out a small can from the cupboard and opened it. There was not

the pan, and melted it. He added in the

to pervade, Klein poured all the mutton into the pot and fried it with care for a

cooking wine in the process, or red wine at least. However, the Moretti family did not have these luxuries and could only drink a

the lid, put the tender peas and cut potatoes in

the lid, lowered the fire, and exhaled satisfactorily, waiting for his sister to

intensified. There was the allure

from time to time, keeping track of

approached. A key

she

bag still in her hand, she stepped in and glanced over

this?” Melissa took off her veil hat and her hand

her nose and inhaled more of the fragrance. Her eyes quickly softened, and

this?” she

afraid I’d waste the mutton?” Klein smiled and returned with a question. Without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, “Don’t worry, I specifically asked Welch to teach me how to cook this dish. You know, he has

creased subconsciously, but they were smoothed by

Go to the bathroom and wash your hands, and then get

brother’s orderly arrangements and saw his gentle and calm smile, Melissa stood rooted at the door and

be cooked longer?” Klein urged with a

With handbag and veil in each

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

had packed her items, washed her hands and face, and returned, a plate of stewed mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots and onions was

Klein pointed to the wooden fork and spoon next to

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