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!”

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

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 walking towards his desk. He

staff

transmigrator, “The Fool”—initiator 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

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

would entail many restrictions on my freedom, like how a civilian staff has to report his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able to go wherever I

strict organization. Once a mission is given, I can only wait for

risk of losing

…

all the disadvantages listed out one by one, Klein turned

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

joining the Nighthawks can

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

forgetting the nous of daily 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. This would not only hurt the image of The Fool and arouse their suspicions, but there will also be inadequate time to communicate on such trivial

unable to produce

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

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

to an organization that is suppressed by the various Churches

have no idea where to look for them. Even if I manage to gain the corresponding information from The Hanged Man, such rash contact

a civilian staff leaves opportunity for a buffer

the superior, the crowd. Perhaps the

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

…

Gazing at the golden light

find Dunn Smith today and become

this moment, Melissa, who had gotten out of bed again, had pushed open the door to the room. She was surprised to see her brother stretching in an

some

encounter problems, I’ll list out both the pros and cons one by one and compare them. After that, I would be able to get a hint of what I

I did that too,” Klein

did not add more. Holding a yellowish sheet of paper and

took a good nap. Based

two o’clock in the afternoon, he smoothed the pleats of his silk hat and handkerchief using a small

formal clothing, just like he

far, and Klein was afraid that he would miss the “working hours” of the Nighthawk. Therefore, he did not walk there, but instead waited for public horse carriage at Iron Cross

Loen Kingdom, public horse carriages were placed under two

carriage drawn by two horses and could sit approximately 20 people while taking into account the top of the

The horses would move on the inner lane while the wheels ran on the

the route and stations

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

said

but when you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik

Champagne Street then.”

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

was a worker

fished out four copper coins from his pocket and handed it to

to the carriage and found that there were not many passengers. Even on the first floor, there were a

me now, so I can only walk when I go back…” Klein pressed his hat down and sat down

this floor, the men and women were mostly well-dressed although there were a few clothed in their work clothes, leisurely reading

strength, oblivious to the coming and

he finally

along the way and soon reached Besik Street, where he

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

were temporary workers, looking

iron cages

wooden wine cups and surrounded it, sometimes discussing loudly while laughing, sometimes cursing

and white, similar to the husky found on Earth. The other was wholly black, with shiny fur, making it

said a little man wearing a brown beret, as he neared Klein and

first, Klein

“Dog-fighting?”

him contemptuously and curiously, if the

didn’t it also include cruel and bloody activities like cock-fighting, dog-fighting,