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!”

interior of the house, and closed

his head as he smiled, slowly walking towards his desk. He sat down soundlessly, silently

staff member had its apparent

risky to be under the noses of the Church of the

long as I join Dunn Smith and his team, I would certainly aim to become a

a civilian staff has to report his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able to go wherever I want

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

the risk of losing

…

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

of the luck enhancement ritual, I’m not one of the eighty percent of lucky people. In the future, there is bound to be some

the Beyonders or by joining the Nighthawks can

a major problem, but where can I find the corresponding materials? How am I to obtain

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.

produce anything

behind the trail of my real identity. Then, “online disputes” would effectively be transformed into “offline conflicts,”

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 more resources

go to an organization that is suppressed by the various Churches

also lose 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

leaves opportunity for

the crowd. Perhaps the identity as a Nighthawk can be a

top authorities of the tribunal, who would imagine that I

…

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

find Dunn Smith today and become part of

to the room. She was

was thinking through some things.”

thought for a moment and said, “Whenever I encounter problems, I’ll list out both the pros and cons one by one and compare them. After that, I would

a good habit. I did that too,”

more. Holding a yellowish sheet of

departure, Klein took a good nap. Based on what he knew, nearly all the pubs were closed

his silk hat and handkerchief using a

wore a suit of formal clothing, just like he was going for an

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

the Loen Kingdom, public horse carriages were placed

the top of

the inner

only problem was that the route and stations were

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

said to the

minutes to walk to Besik Street,” explained the carriage driver to Klein,

go to Champagne Street

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

worker responsible

his pocket and

found that there were not many passengers. Even on the

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

floor, 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 was

shut his eyes and recharged his strength, oblivious to the

after station passed until he finally

soon reached Besik Street, where

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

in the pub. Some were temporary workers, looking for

pub was dimly lit. In the center, there were two large iron cages

it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing, sometimes cursing

the

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

first, Klein regained his senses

“Dog-fighting?”

University, those aristocratic and wealthy students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish workers and unemployed

games, didn’t it also include cruel and bloody