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.

and opened before closing the door behind him. He took off

black 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

He did not follow up

“Yes.” Klein answered.

the subject back. “It might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death that we reported and

City was also known as Wind City. It was a region with extremely advanced coal and steel industries. It was one

Dunn continued, “It might also be a result 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

I do?” Klein

hoped that it

him. He raised his coffee mug and took a mouthful, his eyes not showing the sliver of a ripple. “Return the

Klein returned

certainty. “Of course, do

a deep breath and bade him farewell. He left the room

the gas lamps on the two walls, he

footsteps echoed, making him sound more alone and

Klein arrived at the stairwell. He went forward and saw a shadow standing there—the middle-aged

when they met. The priest turned around in silence and made

silently before returning to the prayer hall. The circular holes behind the arched altar were still as pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of the building’s interior remained. There were still men and women lining outside the confessional, but much

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

walked out, he saw the burning sun. He immediately regained the familiar

question surfaced

to pray? If he had not done something wrong, there would be no problem walking in with an open and aboveboard manner, right? Unless the

that case, the likelihood of it being a private investigator is very slim… Klein exhaled and no longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He took

with mottled walls. The address on the door was ‘3.’ Its name was the Zouteland Shooting

of the police department’s underground shooting range was opened to the

feeling of being watched vanished instantly. He took this opportunity

led underground to a small,

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

protect himself win over his

the attendant left, he flicked open the cylinder and removed the silver demon hunting bullets. Following that, he

practicing in his usual getup. After all, it was impossible for him to shout “wait a minute, let me change into

closed the cylinder and

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

shoot. Instead, he recalled his experience at military training 1 , how to form a line with the iron-sights, and knowledge about

holding stance. He was as serious

wall and sat down on a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began massaging his arms,

revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder. He got into

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