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,

for Melissa’s return and cook the stewed mutton with

mouth seemed to taste the rich flavor of the gravy; he remembered how Melissa cooked stewed mutton with tender

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

way to do it… Supported purely by the flavors of the meat itself!” Klein shook

about it. It was hard for commoners to have many kinds of condiments and various cooking methods. They could only pursue simple, practical, and economical

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

see what real cooking is!” Klein made an excuse for

blame it on the dead Welch McGovern, who had not only hired a chef who was

dead

is a world with Beyonders; the dead are not necessarily unable

thoughts and put the meat into the soup bowl. Then he took out the condiment box and added in a spoonful of the crude salt, half of which had begun yellowing. In addition, he cautiously took some black pepper grains from a special small bottle,

up, Klein rummaged for the carrots from yesterday and cut

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

put it in the pan, and melted it. He added in the carrots

mutton into the

red 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 make do with whatever was available and poured

lid, put the tender peas and cut

lowered the fire, and exhaled satisfactorily,

in the room intensified. There was the allure from the meat, the rich smell of potatoes,

Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time, keeping track of the time with his

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

Melissa came in, she

her bag still in her hand, she stepped

off her veil hat and her hand paused mid-air,

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

this?”

Klein smiled and returned with a question. Without waiting for an answer, he said to himself, “Don’t worry,

Melissa’s eyebrows creased subconsciously, but they were

Klein laughed. “It’s almost done. Put your books and veil hat down somewhere. Go to the bathroom and wash your hands, and then get ready to taste it. I’m very

calm smile, Melissa stood rooted at the door and failed to respond in her

to be cooked

senses. With handbag and veil in each hand,

Two pieces of rye bread were already placed to the side of the mutton and tender peas, allowing them to absorb the fragrance and heat to become

and face, and returned, a plate of stewed mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots and onions was already placed

on, try it.” Klein pointed to the wooden fork

picked up a potato with her fork, put