Lord of the Mysteries

“Blackthorn Security Company.”

Upon seeing the signboard, Klein felt surprised yet found it reasonable.

Man… what do I say about this… He shook his head and laughed before walking up the steps and knocking gently on the half-closed door with his right hand.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound echoed slowly but rhythmically, but there was no response; only a faint sputtering sound could be heard.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Klein repeated, only to be met with the same outcome.

He switched to pushing the door, making the gap larger as he stared inside—a classic sofa which might have been for serving guests, a soft fabric armchair, and a burly wood coffee table. There was a girl with brown hair behind a table right across with her head drooped.

Even though “Security Company” is just a guise, isn’t this just… just too “unprofessional?” How long has this place been out of business? Right, you guys don’t need any business… Klein drew closer as he complained silently and knocked on the table just beside the girl’s ear.

Knock! Knock!

The brown-haired girl sat up immediately and swiftly took the newspaper in front of her, covering her face.

Tingen City Honest Paper… Nice name… Klein silently read the title of the page facing him.

“The steam train service ‘Soaring Express’ that directly reaches Constant City is starting operations today… Oh come on, when will there be one that goes straight to Brindisi Bay. I really don’t want to take the ship there again, it’s too awful, really awful… Hey, who are you?” The girl with brown hair read pretentiously and gave her opinion. As she spoke, she lowered the newspaper and revealed her bright forehead and light-brown eyes, looking at Klein with a fawning and startled look.

“Hello, I am Klein Moretti, and I am here at the invitation of Dunn Smith,” Klein said as he took down his hat to his chest and bowed slightly.

The brown-haired girl looked to be in her early twenties. She wore a light green, Loen-styled dress. She was set off with beautiful laces on her sleeves, collar, and chest.

“The Captain… alright, wait here for a moment. I’ll go get him.” The girl scurried up and went into the room beside her.

She didn’t even serve a cup of water or anything… The level of service awareness is worrying… Klein smiled faintly as he waited at his spot.

After two to three minutes, the brown-haired girl opened the door and came out. She said with a sweet smile, “Mr. Moretti, please follow me. The Captain is on watch at the ‘Chanis Gate’ and is unable to leave at the moment.”

“Okay.” Klein quickly followed behind. In his mind, he pondered to himself.

Gate, what could

partition, the first thing he saw was a

of these offices were locked tight, while some were opened, revealing someone on the

Klein noticed a familiar figure: the young officer that had investigated his apartment, the one with the black hair and

was not in official wear; his white collared shirt was

is a poet… Klein nodded in greeting and was greeted with

left office door at the end of the room and pointed inside, chirping, “We still have to

no furniture in place, only a grayish-white stone staircase that extended

two sides of the stairs were lit up by gas lamps. The stable glow

brown-haired girl walked in front, staring at her feet

of stairs. And-and he became a cartwheel. Haha, it was hilarious if you think about it. Oh yes, it was the guy that greeted you just now. This was about three years ago. Speaking of which, I have been with the Nighthawks for five years; I was only

spoke. Suddenly, she smacked her forehead and said, “I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Rozanne. My father was a member of the Nighthawks, who sacrificed himself in an accident five years ago. I suppose we are colleagues from now on— Err, yeah ‘colleague’ is the right word… we are not teammates since

what Mr. Smith has to say,” Klein said as he sized up the enclosed surroundings. He felt that they were

the fact that you came so far means the Captain has agreed. I’ve always been a little afraid of him, even though he is amiable, a fatherly figure. I don’t know why but I’m still afraid.” Rozanne spoke as though there was a piece of

“Isn’t being afraid of a

said as she held

walking down

was a long aisle; both sides of the walls were mounted with gas lamps surrounded by metal

there was a “Dark Sacred Emblem” every few meters—the symbol of the Evernight Goddess. A deep black background dotted with sparkling embellishments, as they clustered

Klein a sense

long, an intersection appeared up front.

will lead to the Saint Selena Cathedral; to the right are the armory, storeroom, and archives. And straight ahead

Then, Zouteland Street is just behind Red Moonlight Street?Klein was a

sacred ground where local followers yearned to visit. Along with “Holy Numerics Cathedral” of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in the suburbs, and the “River and Sea Cathedral” of the Church of the Lord of Storms in North Tingen, they

his status made it unsuitable for him to

ahead. In less than a minute,

heavy, cold and domineering, like a giant

Gate.” Rozanne reminded him and pointed at the room beside them, saying, “Captain is inside. Go on in

thank you.” Klein

referring to was just in front of “Chanis Gate.” The windows were opened, revealing the lit room inside. Klein took

Knock! Knock! Knock!

in.” He heard Dunn Smith’s deep and

door gently. There was only a table and four chairs inside. Dunn Smith with his high hairline, who was wearing the black coat from the previous night plus a

certain you want to join us?” Dunn smiled and asked as he put

his hat and bowed, then he sat