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!”

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

his head as he smiled, slowly walking towards his desk. He sat down soundlessly, silently pondering Dunn Smith’s invitation as the crimson red

staff member had its

mysterious Gathering—and the multiple secrets I have, it will be risky to be under the noses of the Church of the Evernight Goddess’s team that specializes in dealing

would certainly aim to become a Beyonder. I

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

Once a mission is given, I can only

the risk

…

one, Klein turned to considering

the eighty percent of lucky 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

be solely reliant on the Gathering. The potion formula is not a major problem,

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 image of The Fool and arouse

I am unable to produce anything that can pique

my real identity. Then, “online

common knowledge of the world of mystery and relevant channels. This can 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

by the various Churches such as the Psychology Alchemists mentioned by Dunn and join

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

a civilian staff leaves opportunity for

superior, the crowd.

the tribunal, who would imagine that I am a heretic, the head of the secret organization

…

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

today and become

the door to the room. She was surprised to see her brother stretching

some things.”

out both the pros and cons one by one and

good habit. I did that too,” Klein smiled and

a yellowish sheet

his sister’s departure, Klein took a good nap.

silk hat and handkerchief using a small brush. He also removed the

formal clothing, just like

that he would miss the “working hours” of the Nighthawk.

Loen Kingdom, public horse carriages were placed under two categories—without

the top of the carriage. Only a general route existed, without specific stations. It had flexible operations and

rail-like service device was laid on the main street. The horses would move on the inner lane while the wheels ran on the tracks, making it easier and more labor-saving. This could thus pull a bigger double-decker carriage that sat nearly fifty

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

of the wheels hitting the tracks approached from a distance. A double-decker horse carriage stopped in front of the station at Iron Cross

Besik Street,” Klein said to the carriage

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

to Champagne Street then.” Klein

four pence”, said a young man with a fair and

a worker responsible for

out four copper coins from his pocket and handed it to the other

and found that there were not many passengers. Even

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

few clothed in their work clothes, leisurely

oblivious to the coming and going

station passed until he finally

he inquired along the way and soon reached Besik Street, where he saw the pub

The heavy door gradually opened, inundating

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

dimly lit. In the center, there were two large iron cages with a third of its bottom sinking deep

cups and surrounded it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing,

white, similar to the husky found on Earth. The other

row!” said a little man wearing a

at first, Klein regained

“Dog-fighting?”

contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish

to gamble on boxing and card games, didn’t it also include cruel