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!”

tortoise-like “puppet”, trotted to the interior of the house, and closed the door

it… Klein shook his head as he smiled, slowly walking towards his desk. He sat down soundlessly, silently pondering Dunn Smith’s invitation as the

Nighthawk civilian staff member

of the 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 with matters regarding the

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

of Tingen. No longer

mission is given, I can only wait for the arrangements and accept orders. There is no room

the risk of

…

by one,

of the eighty percent of lucky people. In the future, there is bound to be

Beyonders or by joining the Nighthawks can I be equipped with the ability to

to become a Beyonder cannot be solely reliant on the Gathering. The potion formula is not a

and exchange every object with them. This would

am unable to produce anything that can pique

than not leave behind the trail of my real identity. Then, “online disputes” would effectively be transformed into “offline conflicts,” bringing about

the 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

I could also go to an organization that is suppressed by the various Churches such as the Psychology Alchemists mentioned

no idea where to look for them. Even

staff leaves opportunity for a buffer and

in the wild; the superior, the crowd. Perhaps the identity as a Nighthawk can be a better

when I become one of the top authorities of the tribunal, who would imagine that I am a heretic, the head of the secret

…

morning sun shone, the crimson disappeared. Gazing at

find Dunn Smith today and

had gotten out of bed again, had pushed open the door to the room. She was surprised to see her brother stretching

some things.” Klein

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

habit. I did

countenance was relaxed, and she did not add more. Holding a yellowish sheet of paper and her toiletries, she headed to

hurry to leave after he finished his breakfast and his sister’s departure, Klein took

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

clothing,

Klein was afraid that he would miss the “working hours” of the Nighthawk. Therefore, he

public horse carriages were

of a carriage drawn by two horses and could sit approximately 20 people while taking into account the top of the carriage. Only a general route existed, without specific stations. It had flexible operations and could be hailed anywhere

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

that the route and stations were fixed,

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

said to the

have to transfer at Champagne Street but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes

go to Champagne Street then.” Klein nodded

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

was a worker responsible for money

out four copper coins from his pocket and handed it to

up to the carriage and found that there were not many passengers.

only walk when I

clothed in their work

his strength, oblivious to the coming

until he finally heard the few

way and soon reached Besik Street,

forceful push. The heavy door gradually opened, inundating him with a wave of uproarious

were temporary workers, looking for

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

surrounded it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing, sometimes cursing

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

won eight games in a row!” said a little man wearing a brown beret, as he neared Klein and pointed to

at first, Klein regained his

“Dog-fighting?”

and wealthy students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if

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