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.

the door behind him. He

how can I help you?” Dunn’s black windbreaker and hat were hanging on a clothes stand to his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black

is following me.” Klein honestly answered without

back and clasped his hands together. His deep gray eyes silently looked at Klein’s eyes. He

“Yes.” Klein answered.

gently. He 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 that we reported and had hired a private investigator from Wind

advanced coal and steel industries. It

of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating where Welch received the Antigonus family’s notebook. Of course, we can’t eliminate other people or organizations that might be

do?” Klein asked

that it was the

mug and took a mouthful, his eyes not showing the sliver of a ripple.

returned with a

do not scare them off or violate

him

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

footsteps echoed, making him

stairwell. He went forward and saw a shadow standing there—the

did not say a word when they met. The priest turned around in silence and made

arched altar were still as pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of the building’s interior

moment, Klein slowly left the prayer hall with his cane and newspaper as though nothing had

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

question surfaced in

for him to continue monitoring me by pretending to pray? If he had not done something wrong,

being a private investigator is very slim… Klein exhaled and no longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He

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

police department’s underground shooting range was opened to the

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

short verification, he was led underground

from his armpit holster and the

over

silver demon hunting bullets. Following that,

did he leave an empty spot to prevent misfiring, nor did 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 minute, let me change

and rolled

he held the gun in both hands, raised it up straight,

at military training 1 , how to

repeated his aiming and his holding stance.

a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began massaging his arms, and rested for quite a

up the revolver with the

moved back from the recoil. The bullet missed the

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