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.

he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand, as though needles

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

source of the gaze. However, it had never felt as crystal clear as what he was experiencing

in

the transmigration or the mysterious luck enhancement ritual which enhanced my sixth sense? Klein fought back the urge to seek out the observer. Using his knowledge from reading novels and watching movies, he

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

passing by in the

Klein was certain that someone

as his blood surged

the papers and covered half his face, afraid that anyone

he clenched his cane and readied

steps. Three steps. Klein

upon remained, but there

at the waiting point

Zoute… No, Champagne Street.” Klein

Street to seek help from the Nighthawks or his colleagues. However, he thought otherwise, afraid

ticketing

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

a seat after boarding the carriage, and finally with the closing of the carriage doors, Klein felt that

slowly as he

What do I do?

looked out the carriage as

person watching him, Klein

He had never experienced such an event, and had to use a few minutes to organize his

the Nighthawks; only they could truly get

head there directly or I might expose them.

Klein crudely surmised

of composure. He looked seriously at the scenery outside flying past

door and

newspaper and his cane, slowly making his way in the direction of

route to the Red Moonlight Street behind. There

Saint Selena Cathedral!

the Church of the

about him participating in Mass or pray

a design similar to Earth’s Gothic style. It also had a tall,

stained windows were comprised of red 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 seem

being watched vanished. Klein acted unfazed

on the wall directly opposite the door, were about twenty circular fist-sized holes that allowed the radiant

looking up into the dark night

always believed that gods could be analyzed

his way down the aisle that split the pews into two columns. He searched for an empty area close to

him, Klein took off his hat and placed it

routinely as though he was really