Lord of the Mysteries

“Okay.” Klein bowed slightly as he wore his short top hat again. However, his mind was preoccupied with how Sealed Artifact 0-08 looked.

It appears to be just your everyday quill?

It writes without ink?

Then, what is its actual use? What makes it classified at the highest level of confidentiality that it’s deemed Extremely Dangerous?

Can it be a pen that kills anyone whose name is written?

No, that would be way too heaven-defying. Ince Zangwill wouldn’t need to escape and hide away if that were the case…

Just as Klein turned around to leave, Dunn suddenly shouted out to him.

“Hold on. I forgot something.”

“What?” Klein turned his head; his eyes puzzled.

Dunn put back his pocket watch and said with a smile, “Later, remember to visit the accountant, Mrs. Orianna, and get an advance payment of four weeks—a total of twelve pounds. After that, you’ll earn half your salary every week until the difference is covered.”

“That’s too much. There’s no need for this, the amount should be reduced,” said Klein subconsciously.

He had no objection towards an advanced payment. After all, he didn’t even have the money needed to pay for the public horse carriage trip home. However, to receive twelve pounds at once left him a little afraid.

“No, it’s necessary,” said Dun as he shook his head and smiled. “Think about it. Do you still wish to continue living in your present apartment? One that needs you to share a bathroom with so many other tenants? Even if you aren’t taking yourself into consideration, think about the lady. Besides…”

He paused when he saw Klein nod in agreement. He smiled and sized up Klein’s garbs and said with a meaningful intent, “Besides, you need a cane, and you should buy a new suit.”

Klein was taken aback for a second before snapping back to reality. His face immediately burned with embarrassment since the suit he was wearing was cheap and of inferior quality.

Typically, a top hat was made of silk, costing five to six soli. A bow tie was three soli, a walking cane inlaid with silver was seven to eight soli, a shirt was three soli, while pants, a vest, and tuxedo were around seven pounds in total. Leather boots were nine to ten soli. As such, an entire suit cost more than eight pounds and seven soli. Of course, to be a presentable gentleman, one needed a watch chain, a pocket watch, and a wallet.

Back then, the original Klein and Benson scrimped and saved before managing to save up a pool of money. When they went to a clothing store to check the price, they ended up running off without even bothering to try haggling. They each bought a set at a bargain shop near Iron Cross Street for a total of less than two pounds.

It was also because of that incident that original Klein had a deep impression of the prices of clothes.

“O-Okay,” Klein stammered a reply.

He was like the original Klein. He was someone who cared about his appearance.

Dunn took out the pocket watch again and clicked it open to take a glance at it.

“Perhaps you should find Mrs. Orianna first? I know you’ll spend quite some time at Old Neil’s while Mrs. Orianna will likely be returning home soon.”

“Alright.” Klein was acutely aware of his state of poverty and did not object to it.

Dunn returned to the table’s side and pulled at a few hanging ropes as he said, “I’ll get Rozanne to bring you there.”

The ropes began their operation as the gears ground, producing a chime from a bell at the reception area of Blackthorn Security Company. When Rozanne heard it, she hurriedly stood up and carefully made her way down.

It did not take long before she appeared in front of Klein again.

Dunn said humorously, “I did not disturb your rest, right? Oh, bring Moretti to Mrs. Orianna.”

Rozanne secretly curled her lips as she answered ‘happily—’

“Alright, Captain.”

At that moment, Klein blurted out

his advance payment from finance, isn’t there a need to get an approval letter from

returned

to claim an advance payment from Mrs. Orianna?” Klein tried his best

proof.” Dunn pointed at the brown-haired

seems there’s almost zero management of our finances… Klein resisted his urge to deliver a sarcastic comment before

he heard Dunn shout out

There’s

finish it all at once? Klein turned back

“Yes?”

meet

hunting bullets?” Klein returned in

“With the demon hunting bullets, if

the final sentence… Just as Klein was vexing over the problem, he answered without any hesitation, “Alright. I’ll remember to

will require me to write a formal document. Wait a moment.” Dunn sat down and picked up the dark red fountain pen. He scribbled a ‘note,’ signed it,

you, Captain.” Klein

slowly walked back before

“Hold on.”

shouted one more

you look to be in your thirties. Why do you have the symptoms of dementia?

trained in shooting, so getting demon hunting bullets would be useless. Let’s do this; collect thirty normal bullets every day. Take the opportunity when you are out to go to the street corner—the underground shooting range at No. 3 Zouteland Street. Most of it belongs to the police department, but there is one that is specially for us Nighthawks. Oh, right, you also need to get a badge from Old Neil. Otherwise, you won’t be able to enter the

good marksman is produced by expending bullets. Do not think lightly of it.” Dunn handed back Klein the modified

of danger, yearned to visit the shooting

towards the exit before carefully turning around halfways. He deliberated before asking, “Captain, is there anything

“No.” Dunn nodded firmly.

had the strong urge to turn around to ask another, “Are you sure

and finally left the

always been this way. He often forgets things.” As Rozanne walked by his side, she softly disparaged the captain, “Even my granny has a better memory than him. Of course, he only forgets the trivial stuff. Yea, trivial stuff. Klein, I’ll call you Klein in the future. Mrs. Orianna is

the stairwell and returned to the upper floor. He

thirties and had fashionable curly

instructions, she took out a note and

Do you have a seal? If not, you can leave a

familiar with the procedures, Klein completed

copper key and opened the safe in the room. As she counted the pounds, she said with a smile, “You are lucky. We have enough cash today. By the way, Klein, were you invited by Captain because you were involved

have an impeccable intuition.” Klein was

black patterns printed on them. After locking the safe, she turned around and

had a

Klein showed an appropriate level

that sent Tingen City into a frenzy sixteen years ago?” Orianna

and stomachs removed by that Bloody Butcher? My mother often used that matter to scare my

received the notes and discovered that two of them were in five pound denominations and two of them were in one pound denominations. All of them had a gray background and were inked

them was Loen Kingdom’s fifth king, George III’s direct ancestor, Henry Augustus I. He wore a white hair band above his rotund face. His eyes were slender and he had an abnormally serious expression.

was a

almost equal to four weeks of Benson’s

a firm gaze. While he was in power, he freed the Loen Kingdom from the shackles of

could faintly smell the notes’ ink that elated and refreshed

time, I would have been the sixth victim.” Mrs. Orianna’s tone still hinted at a sense of lingering fear despite the incident having happened more than

paper notes and placed it in an inner pocket of his suit. Then, he

Orianna gave a firm nod. “He had killed even more before that. The reason why he

organs… Sorry, Mrs. Orianna for making you recall such unpleasant

been here ever since.

and bowed before leaving the office. Before he went downstairs, he could not help but pat his inner pocket to make sure the twelve pounds

It

Knock! Knock! Knock!