Lord of the Mysteries

Phew, I finally got through the round with the medium…

Klein let out a foul breath. He slowly turned around and enjoyed the cool breeze and tranquility of the night while walking closer and closer to the apartment building’s door.

He took out his keys, inserted the correct one in and turned it gently, allowing the crimson-mixed darkness to expand with the creaking sound of the opened door.

Walking on the staircase without a single person in sight and taking in the cold air, Klein had an inexplicable and amazing feeling. It felt like he had a few more hours than others. This caused him to hasten his pace.

In a similar state of mind, he opened the door to his room and before he even stepped inside, he saw a silhouette sitting silently in front of his desk. It had reddish black hair, bright brown eyes, and a delicate, pretty face. Undoubtedly, she was Melissa Moretti!

“Klein, where did you go?” Melissa asked curiously as she relaxed her eyebrows.

Without waiting for Klein’s reply, she added, “Just now, I got up to go to the bathroom and realized you weren’t home.” It was as if she wanted to know everything clearly, from the causes and effects of the matter to the underlying logic.

With great experience at lying to his parents, Klein’s brain took a spin before he gave a bitter smile and calmly replied, “I couldn’t fall asleep again after I woke up. Instead of wasting time, I decided that I should train my body. So I went out to run a few rounds. Look at my sweat!”

He took off his jacket and half-turned his body, pointing to his back.

Melissa stood up, took a glance half-heartedly and deliberated for a few moments before saying, “Honestly speaking, Klein, you don’t have to stress yourself out. I’m sure you can pass the interview to Tingen University. Even if you can’t, er—I mean if —you can still find better ones.”

I haven’t even thought about the interview… Klein nodded his head and said, “I understand.”

He did not mention the “offer” that he had gotten because he had not decided whether he wanted to join them or not.

Staring at Klein intensely, Melissa suddenly turned around and trotted into the interior of the house. She took out an object that resembled a tortoise. It was comprised of items like gears, rusted iron, torsion springs and ordinary springs.

After quickly tightening the torsion spring, Melissa placed the object on the desk.

Ka! Ka! Ka!

Dum! Dum! Dum!

The “tortoise” moved and jumped with a rhythm that could pull anyone’s attention.

“Whenever I feel irritated, I feel much better seeing this tortoise move. I’ve been doing this very often recently and it’s very effective! Klein, give it a try!” invited Melissa as her eyes brightened.

Klein did not turn down his sister’s goodwill. He approached the “tortoise” and waited for it to stop before laughing. He said, “Simplicity and regularity can indeed help relaxation.”

Without waiting for Melissa’s reply, Klein pointed to the “tortoise” and casually asked, “Did you make this yourself? When did you make this? Why wasn’t I aware of it?”

“I made use of unwanted materials from school and things picked up from the streets to make this. It was only finished two days ago,” Melissa said in her usual tone, the side of her lips upturned a few more degrees.

“That’s impressive,” Klein praised sincerely.

As a boy with poor skills in machine assembly, he encountered great difficulties even assembling a four-wheel toy car as a child.

With her chin slightly raised and her eyes slightly bent, Melissa calmly replied, “It was okay.”

“Being overly humble is a bad trait,” Klein smiled slightly and continued, “This is a tortoise, right?”

Instantly, the atmosphere in the room took a great plunge, leaving behind an air of graveness for a while. Then, Melissa faintly replied with a voice that seemed enigmatic like the crimson veil, “It’s a puppet.”

Puppet…

Klein gave an awkward smile, and tried to forcefully explain, “The problem lies in the materials, they’re too rudimentary.”

Following that, he tried to change the topic and said, “Why would you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Isn’t there a toilet here? Don’t you always sleep till dawn?”

Melissa was taken aback momentarily.

It was only after a few seconds, before she opened her mouth, prepared to explain.

At that moment, an intense sound of digestion sounded from herthoracoabdominal 1 area.

“I-I’ll go get some more sleep!”

trotted to the interior of the house, and closed the door to her

good, she ate too much and now her stomach is having trouble digesting it… Klein shook his head as he smiled, slowly walking towards his desk. He

Nighthawk civilian staff member had

the multiple secrets I have, it will be risky to

aim to become a Beyonder. I could then cover up the benefits

report his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able to go wherever I

are a strict organization. Once a mission is given, I can only wait for the arrangements and accept orders. There is no room

risk of

…

listed out one by one, Klein

people. In the future, there is bound to be some bizarre event happening to me, increasing the dangers

one of the Beyonders or by joining the Nighthawks can I be equipped with

not a major problem, but where

practice, I’m faced with serious obstacles! It is just not possible for me to consult Justice and The Hanged Man on every matter and exchange every object with them. This would not only hurt the

am unable to produce anything

more materials would more often than not leave behind the trail of my real identity.

sufficiently accumulate into a corresponding social circle and can be used as leverage. Only then can I initiate the Gathering and in turn gain the greatest benefits from Justice and The Hanged Man. In reality, the gains can feedback into reality, allowing me to obtain

also go to an organization that is suppressed by the various

and anxiety. However, more importantly, I have no idea where to look for them. Even if I manage to

civilian staff leaves opportunity

away in the wild; the superior, the crowd. Perhaps the identity as a Nighthawk

authorities of the tribunal, who would imagine that I am

…

the first rays of the morning sun shone, the crimson disappeared. Gazing at the golden light

Dunn Smith today and become part of the Nighthawk’s

to the room. She was surprised to see her brother stretching in an

through some things.”

both the pros and cons one by one and compare them. After that, I would be able to get a hint of

habit. I did that too,” Klein smiled

relaxed, and she did not add more. Holding a yellowish

breakfast and his sister’s departure, Klein took

the pleats of his silk hat and handkerchief using a small brush. He also removed the dirt to reestablish

he wore a suit of formal clothing, just like

the Nighthawk. Therefore, he did not walk there, but instead waited for public

public horse carriages were placed

of the carriage. Only a general route existed, without specific

a rail-like service device was laid on the main street. The horses would move on the inner lane while the

only problem was that the route and stations were fixed, making many

sound of the wheels hitting the tracks approached from a distance. A double-decker horse carriage stopped in front of

Klein said to the carriage

when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street,” explained the carriage

go to Champagne Street

pence”, said a young man with a fair and clean face, as

a worker responsible

Klein fished out four copper coins from his pocket and handed

carriage and found that there were not many passengers. Even on the first floor, there were

only have three pence on me now, so I can only walk when I go back…” Klein pressed his hat down

the men and women were mostly well-dressed although there were a few clothed in their work clothes, leisurely reading newspapers. Almost no one spoke, and it

oblivious to the coming and going of passengers around

passed until he finally

reached

out his right hand and gave a forceful push. The heavy door gradually opened, inundating

in the pub. Some were temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired.

the center, there were two large iron cages with a third of its bottom

it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing, sometimes

One was black and white, similar to the

bet? Doug has won eight games in a row!” said a little man wearing a brown beret,

aback at first,

“Dog-fighting?”

wealthy students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish workers

on boxing and card games, didn’t it also include cruel and bloody activities