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

night’s dinner was too good, she ate too much and now her stomach is having trouble digesting it… Klein shook his head as he smiled, slowly

civilian staff

Gathering—and the multiple secrets I have, it will be risky to be under

I join Dunn Smith and his team, I would certainly aim to

like how a civilian staff has to report his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I

are a strict organization. Once a mission is given, I can only wait for the arrangements and

risk

…

disadvantages listed out one by one, Klein turned to considering the necessities and

I’m not one of the eighty percent of lucky people. In the future, there is bound to

the Nighthawks can I be equipped with

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

serious obstacles! It is just not possible for me to consult Justice and The Hanged Man on every matter and exchange every object with

I am unable to produce

my real identity. Then, “online disputes” would effectively be transformed into

there would definitely be contact with 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 gain the greatest benefits from Justice and The Hanged Man. In reality, the gains can feedback

go to an organization that is suppressed by the various Churches such as the Psychology

my freedom, and be in a constant state of fear and anxiety. However, more importantly, I have no idea where to look for them. Even if I manage to gain the corresponding information

leaves opportunity for a buffer and

crowd. Perhaps the identity

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

…

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

find Dunn Smith today and become part of the Nighthawk’s civilian

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

some

out both the pros and cons one by one and

habit. I did that too,” Klein smiled and

add more. Holding a yellowish sheet of

and his sister’s departure, Klein took a good nap. Based on what he knew, nearly all

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

clothing, just like he

hours” of the Nighthawk. Therefore, he did not walk there, but instead waited for public horse

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

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

was operated by the Orbital Carriage Company. First, a 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

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

the tracks approached from a distance. A double-decker horse carriage stopped in

Street,” Klein said to the carriage

at Champagne Street but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street,”

go to Champagne Street then.”

more than four kilometers, four pence”, said a young man with a fair and clean face, as

a worker responsible for

coins from his pocket and

there were not many passengers. Even on the first floor, there were a

walk when I go

although there were a few clothed in their work clothes, leisurely reading newspapers.

his strength, oblivious to

passed until he finally heard the few

reached

a forceful push. The heavy door gradually

workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting

were two large iron cages with a third of

and surrounded it, sometimes

similar to the

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

first, Klein

“Dog-fighting?”

him contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish workers and unemployed hooligans enjoyed participating in boxing and gambling

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