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.

Klein exhaled, feeling

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

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

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

purely by the flavors of the meat

way 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 methods. As long as the meat was not burnt or spoiled, anything was good for people who could

the time. But by cooking three or four times a week, after many weeks of accumulated practice, he had a passing

for himself.

not only hired a chef who was good

the dead

not necessarily unable to speak. With that in mind, Klein

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, mixing and marinating them

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

his preparations, he took out a small can from the cupboard and opened it. There was not much lard

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

mutton into the pot and fried it with care for a

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

opened the lid, put the tender peas and cut potatoes in it, and added a cup of hot

lid, lowered the fire, and exhaled satisfactorily, waiting

into minutes, the fragrance in the room intensified. There was the allure from the meat, the rich smell of potatoes, and the refreshing scent

gradually mixed up, and Klein swallowed his saliva from time to time,

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

in, she whispered doubtfully, “Smells

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

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

the fragrance. Her

made this?” she asked

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

but they were smoothed

veil hat down somewhere. Go to

calm smile, Melissa stood rooted at the

mutton to be cooked longer?”

Melissa jolted back to her senses. With handbag

blast of steam appeared before Klein’s eyes. Two pieces of rye bread were already placed to the side of the mutton and tender peas, allowing them to absorb

stewed mutton with tender peas, potatoes, carrots and onions was already placed on the table.

it.” Klein pointed to the wooden fork and spoon next

up a