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!”

“puppet”, trotted to the interior of the house, and closed the door to

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 sat down soundlessly, silently pondering Dunn Smith’s

civilian staff member

secrets I have, it will be risky to be under the noses of the Church of the

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

his leaving of Tingen. No longer would I be able to

mission is given, I can only wait for the arrangements

risk

…

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

situation 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 bizarre event happening

by joining the Nighthawks can I be

wish 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 materials? How am I to

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

I am unable to produce anything that can pique

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

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

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

fear and anxiety. However, more importantly, I have no idea where to look for them. Even if I manage to gain the corresponding information from The Hanged Man, such rash contact with them could

staff leaves opportunity

the superior, the crowd. Perhaps

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

…

sun shone, the crimson disappeared. Gazing at the golden light on the

and

the door to the

was thinking through some things.” Klein

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 get a hint of what

good habit. I did that

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

after he finished his breakfast and his sister’s departure, Klein took a good nap. Based on

afternoon, he smoothed the pleats of his silk hat and handkerchief using a small brush. He also

of formal clothing, just like

was a little far, and Klein was afraid that he would miss the “working hours” of the Nighthawk. Therefore, he did not walk there, but instead

carriages were placed under two categories—without track

account the top of

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

the route and stations were fixed, making

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

said

it takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street,” explained the carriage driver to Klein, with regards

Street then.” Klein

a young man with a fair and clean

a worker responsible

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

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

so I can only walk

the men and women were mostly well-dressed although there were a few clothed in

strength, oblivious to

station passed until he finally

the way and soon reached Besik Street, where he

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

the pub. Some were temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired. Others were simply idling around, numbing

there were two large iron cages with a third of its bottom sinking

and surrounded it,

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

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

Taken aback at first,

“Dog-fighting?”

him contemptuously and

to gamble on boxing and card games, didn’t it