Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 26

Tap! Tap! Tap! The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark, narrow corridor, which was otherwise silent.

Klein kept his back straight as he kept up with the priest’s pace. He did not pose questions or chat idly with him, remaining silent like a windless body of water.

After passing through the heavily guarded passageway, the priest opened a secret door with a key and pointed down a stairwell made of stone. “Turn left at the intersection to reach Chanis Gate.”

“May Goddess bless you.” Klein gestured the sign of the crimson moon on his chest.

Commoners practiced etiquette, while the religious partook in ritual blessings.

“Praise the Lady.” The priest returned with the same gesture.

Klein did not speak further as he walked down the dark stone stairwell with the aid of the refined inlaid gas lamps on both sides of the wall.

Midway, he subconsciously turned back and saw the priest standing at the entrance. He was in the shadows and appeared like an immobile wax statue.

Klein looked away and continued to proceed down. It did not take long before he hit ground laid with ice-cold stone slabs. This led him to the intersection.

He did not turn towards Chanis Gate because Dunn Smith, who had recently finished his shift, was definitely not there.

He turned right and saw the familiar path. Klein went back up another flight of stairs and appeared inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Seeing doors that were tightly shut or half-closed, he did not rush into them. Instead, he went to the reception and saw a brown-haired girl focused on a magazine with a sweet smile.

“Hi, Rozanne.” Klein came to her side and deliberately rapped the table.

Knock! Rozanne stood up suddenly and knocked over a chair and said in a fluster, “Hi, nice weather today. Y-you, Klein, why are you here?”

She patted her chest and heaved a few sighs of relief. She was like a young lady afraid that her father had caught her skiving.

“I need to find Captain,” answered Klein simply.

“…You gave me a fright. I thought Captain came out.” Rozanne glared at Klein. “Don’t you know how to knock!? Hmph, you should be thankful that I’m a tolerant and kind woman. Well, I do prefer the term lady… Is there a reason why you are looking for Captain? He’s in the room opposite Mrs. Orianna.”

Even though he felt uptight, Klein was so amused by Rozanne he smiled. He pondered for a moment before saying, “A secret.”

“…” Rozanne’s eyes widened and while she reeled in her disbelief, Klein did a slight bow before bidding her farewell.

He went through the reception’s partition and knocked on the door of the first office on the right.

“Come in.” Dunn Smith’s deep and gentle voice sounded.

closing the door behind him. He took off

windbreaker and hat were hanging on a clothes stand to his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest. Even though

is following me.” Klein honestly answered without

He did not follow up on the

“Yes.” Klein answered.

did not comment on its merits or demerits as he switched the subject back. “It might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death

also known as Wind City. It was a region with extremely advanced

a result of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating where Welch received the Antigonus family’s notebook. Of course, we

I do?” Klein asked in a

hoped that it was

his eyes not showing the sliver of a ripple. “Return the way you came, then

returned

do not scare them off

breath and bade him farewell. He left the room and went back

in the light from the gas lamps on the two walls, he arrived silently to the empty, dark, and

footsteps echoed, making him sound

arrived at the stairwell. He went forward and saw

word when they met. The

prayer hall. The circular holes behind the arched altar were still as pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of the

Klein slowly left the prayer hall with his cane and newspaper as though nothing had ever happened, successfully leaving Saint Selena

moment he walked out, he saw the burning sun. He immediately regained the familiar feeling of being observed. He felt like he was prey being eyed by a

surfaced

pray? If he had not done something wrong, there would be no problem walking in with an open and aboveboard manner, right? Unless the person has some dark history, making him afraid of

and no longer acted as

at an ancient-styled building with mottled walls. The address on the door was ‘3.’ Its name

shooting range was opened to the public

and the feeling of being watched vanished instantly. He took this opportunity to hand

was led underground to a small, confined

Klein informed the attendant simply. Next, he retrieved the revolver from his armpit holster

to protect himself win over his procrastination. Therefore, he could not wait to come over to practice

silver demon hunting bullets. Following that, he filled the cylinder with

he take off his formal attire and halved top hat. He planned on practicing in his usual getup. After all, it was impossible for him to shout “wait a

and rolled

it up

training 1 ,

his holding stance. He was as serious as a student taking

bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began massaging his arms, and

spent a few minutes recalling his practice before he picked up the revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder. He got into standard firing

His arm trembled as his body moved back from the recoil. The bullet

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