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

wait for Melissa’s return and cook the

the idea came to Klein’s mind, his mouth seemed to taste the rich flavor of the gravy; he remembered how Melissa

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

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

It was hard for commoners to have many kinds of condiments and various cooking methods. They could only pursue simple, practical, and economical methods. As long as the meat was not burnt or spoiled, anything was good for people

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

real cooking is!” Klein made an excuse for

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

the dead cannot

necessarily unable to speak. With that in

threw aside his confused 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

it to heat up, Klein rummaged for the carrots from yesterday and cut them into pieces with the onions

a small can from the cupboard and opened it. There was

melted it. He added in the carrots and onions and stirred

fragrance began to pervade, Klein poured all the mutton

have these luxuries and could only drink a glass of beer a week. Klein had to make do with whatever was

about twenty minutes, he opened the lid, put the tender peas and cut potatoes in it, and added a cup of hot water

fire, and exhaled

in the room intensified. There was the allure from

and Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time, keeping track of

more than forty minutes, some not-so-brisk but rhythmic footsteps approached. A key was

came in, she whispered

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

took off her veil hat and

Her eyes quickly softened, and she seemed to find some

this?” she

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

eyebrows creased subconsciously, but

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

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

to be

With handbag and veil in each hand, she

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

potatoes, carrots and onions was already placed on

pointed to the wooden fork

up a potato with her fork, put it