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!”

trotted to the interior of the house, and closed the door

her stomach is having trouble digesting it… Klein shook his head as he smiled, slowly walking towards his desk. He sat down soundlessly, silently

a Nighthawk civilian staff

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

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

my freedom, like how a civilian staff has to report his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able to go wherever I want or do whatever I

I can only wait for

have the risk of

…

by one,

I’m not one of the eighty percent of lucky people. In

the Nighthawks can I be equipped with the

not a major problem, but where can I find the corresponding materials? How am I to obtain and

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

I am unable to produce anything that

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

used as leverage. Only then can I initiate

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

where to look for them. Even if I manage to gain the corresponding information from

leaves opportunity

in the wild; the superior, the crowd. Perhaps the identity

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

…

at the golden light on the horizons of

Smith today and become part of the Nighthawk’s civilian

who had gotten out of bed again, had pushed open the door to the room. She

was thinking through some things.” Klein smiled, feeling

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 be able to

habit. I did that too,”

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

after he finished his breakfast and his sister’s departure, Klein took a

the pleats of his silk hat and handkerchief using a small brush. He also removed the

of formal clothing, just like he

of the Nighthawk. Therefore, he did not

carriages were placed under

of the carriage. Only a general route existed, without specific stations. It had

horses would move on the inner lane while the wheels ran on the tracks, making it easier and more labor-saving. This could

only problem was that the route and

sound of the wheels hitting the tracks approached from a distance. A double-decker

Besik Street,” Klein said to

you get there, it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street,” explained the carriage driver to

to Champagne Street then.” Klein nodded

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

a worker responsible for money

his pocket and handed it to the

many

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

and women were mostly well-dressed although there were a few clothed in their work clothes, leisurely reading newspapers. Almost

oblivious

until he finally heard the few words “Champagne

the horse carriage, he inquired along the way and soon reached Besik Street, where he saw the pub with the brownish-yellow

gradually

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

cages with

wooden wine cups and surrounded it, sometimes

caged inside. One was black and white, similar to the husky

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

aback at first, Klein regained his senses

“Dog-fighting?”

wealthy students would always ask him contemptuously and curiously, if the boorish workers and unemployed hooligans enjoyed participating

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