Lord of the Mysteries

While Azik muttered to himself, he subconsciously shot a glance at Quentin Cohen, seemingly hoping for hints to jolt his memories.

Cohen, with his deep set blue eyes, shook his head without any hesitation. “I do not have any impression of it.”

“…Alright then. Perhaps, it just shares a root word.” Azik lowered his left hand and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Klein was rather disappointed with the outcome, and he could not help but add on. “Mentor, Mr. Azik, as the both of you know, I’m very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Fourth Epoch. If you ever recall anything or obtain relevant information, could you please write to me?”

“No problem.” As a result of Klein’s actions today, the silver-haired Senior Associate Professor was rather pleased with him.

Azik also nodded and said, “Is your address still the same as before?”

“For now, but I’ll be moving soon. I’ll write a letter to inform you when the time comes,” replied Klein in a respectful manner.

Cohen shook his black cane and said, “It’s indeed about time you moved to a place with a better environment.”

At that moment, Klein caught a glance at the newspaper in Azik’s hand. He deliberated on his words before saying, “Mentor, Mr. Azik, what did the newspapers say regarding Welch and Naya? I only learned a little from the police who were in charge of the investigations.”

Azik was just about to answer when Cohen suddenly pulled out the pocket watch that was linked to his black tuxedo by a golden chain.

Click! He opened the pocket watch and tapped his cane.

“The meeting is about to begin. Azik, we can’t be delayed any further. Give the newspaper to Moretti.”

“Alright.” Azik handed over the newspaper he had read to Klein. “We will be going upstairs. Remember to write a letter. Our address has yet to change; it’s still the Khoy University History Department Office. Haha.”

He laughed as he turned around and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and bowed. After watching the two gentlemen leave, he bade farewell to owner of the office, Harvin Stone. He proceeded across the corridor and slowly exited the gray three-story building.

With his back against the sun, he lifted up his cane and unfolded the newspaper and saw the title: “Tingen Morning Post.”

Tingen sure has all sorts of newspapers and magazines… There is the Morning Post, Evening Post, the Honest Paper, Backlund Daily Tribune, Tussock Times, family magazines and book reviews… Klein casually recalled the several names that surfaced in his mind. Of course, a number of them were not local. They were distributed via steam locomotives.

Now that the papermaking and printing industries were getting more advanced, the cost of a newspaper has already decreased to the price of a penny. The audience it reached also grew wider and wider.

Klein did not scrutinize the details of the newspaper, quickly flipping to the News section with the report “Armed Burglary Murder.”

“…According to the police department, the scene at Mr. Welch’s home was a horrible sight. There was missing gold, jewelry, and money, as well as anything valuable that could be easily taken away. Not even a penny was left behind. There is reason to believe that this was done by a merciless group of criminals that would not hesitate to kill the innocent, such as Mister Welch and Madam Naya, if sight of their faces are caught.”

“This is outright contempt for our kingdom’s laws! This is a challenge to public security! No one wishes to have such an encounter! Of course, one piece of good news is that the police have located the murderer and captured the main culprit. We will do our best to provide news on any follow-ups.”

“Reporter: John Browning.”

The matter has been handled and covered up… As Klein walked through the boulevard, he nodded in a hardly noticeable manner.

He flipped through the newspaper as he strolled down the path, reading the other news articles and serials in the process.

the back of his neck stand, as though needles were stabbing at

me? Observing me? Monitoring me? Various thoughts welled up in him as

had once felt an invisible gaze before ultimately discovering the source of the gaze. However, it had never felt as crystal

in

which enhanced my sixth sense? Klein fought back the urge to seek out the observer. Using his knowledge

was admiring the scenery, slowly turning his head in different directions. He acted natural as he turned around, taking in everything

students passing by in the distance, there was

that someone was watching

blood surged through his body with the intense

unfolded the papers and covered half his face, afraid that anyone

and readied himself to draw his

steps. Three steps. Klein proceeded

upon remained, but there was no sudden

a somewhat stiff manner and arrived at

No, Champagne Street.” Klein continually

thought of heading to Zouteland Street to seek help from the Nighthawks

pence,” the ticketing officer

in the usual spot and had only taken two soli notes with him. And before he came, he had spent the same amount of money, leaving him with one

boarding the carriage, and finally with the closing of the carriage doors, Klein felt

he

What do I do?

the carriage as

clear about the intentions of the person watching him, Klein had

in his mind, but he dismissed them. He had never experienced such an event,

Nighthawks; only they could truly

I can’t head there directly or I might expose them. Perhaps, that might

of thought, Klein crudely surmised various possibilities as

exhaled as he regained some semblance of composure. He looked seriously at the scenery outside flying past

but when Klein opened the door and stepped out of the car, he immediately had the uneasy feeling

He took the newspaper and his cane, slowly making his

not enter that street. Instead, he took another route to the Red Moonlight Street behind. There was a beautiful white plaza

Saint Selena Cathedral!

headquarters of the Church of

a believer, there was nothing odd about him participating in Mass or pray on his

style. It also had a tall, black, and

blue glass patterns that allowed colored light to shine into the hall. The blue was closer to black, the red the same color as the crimson moon. It made the surroundings

unfazed as he walked toward the

arc-shaped holy altar, on the wall directly opposite the door,

up into the dark night to see

Klein had always believed that gods could be analyzed and understood, he could not help but lower

that split the pews into two columns. He searched for an empty area close

of him, Klein took off his hat and placed it onto his lap together with

routinely as