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!”

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

digesting 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 crimson red moon emerged

Nighthawk civilian staff

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

Dunn Smith and his team, I would certainly aim to become a Beyonder. I could then cover up the benefits gained from the

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

can only wait for the arrangements

risk of

…

all the disadvantages listed out one by one, Klein

luck enhancement ritual, I’m not one of the eighty percent of lucky people. In the

or by joining the Nighthawks can I be equipped

to become a Beyonder cannot be solely reliant on the Gathering. The potion formula is not a major problem, but where can I find the corresponding

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 their suspicions, but there will

am unable to produce anything that can pique their

of my real identity.

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

organization that is suppressed by the various Churches such as the Psychology Alchemists mentioned by Dunn

more importantly, I have no idea where to look for

a civilian staff leaves opportunity for a

crowd. Perhaps

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

…

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

moment, Melissa, who had gotten out of bed again, had pushed open the door to

thinking through some things.” Klein smiled, feeling

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

I did

did not add more. Holding a yellowish sheet of paper and her toiletries, she

and his sister’s departure, Klein took a good

pleats of his silk hat and

wore a suit of formal clothing, just

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

were placed under two

while taking into account the top of the carriage. Only

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

route and stations

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

said to the

but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street,” explained the carriage driver to Klein, with regards

to Champagne Street then.” Klein nodded in

man with a fair and clean face, as he extended

worker

four copper coins from his pocket and handed it

not many passengers. Even on the first floor,

walk when I go back…” Klein pressed his hat

clothed in their work clothes, leisurely reading newspapers. Almost no one spoke,

strength, oblivious to the coming

station passed until he finally heard the few words “Champagne

and soon reached

gradually opened, inundating him

it was still afternoon, there were already many customers in the pub. Some were temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired. Others were simply

iron cages with a third of its

and surrounded it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing, sometimes

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

first, Klein

“Dog-fighting?”

was at Khoy University, those aristocratic and wealthy students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish workers and unemployed hooligans enjoyed

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