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 and opened before closing the door behind him. He

his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest. Even though his hairline was rather high, his gray

Klein honestly

eyes silently looked at Klein’s eyes. He did not follow up on the topic of being

“Yes.” Klein answered.

might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death that

region with extremely advanced coal and steel

give his opinion, 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

I do?” Klein asked

that

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

Klein returned with a

certainty. “Of course, do not scare them off or violate

breath and bade him farewell. He left the

at the intersection, and bathed in the light from the gas lamps on the

of his footsteps echoed, making him sound more alone

at the stairwell. He went forward and saw a shadow

met. The priest turned around

proceeded 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,

waiting for a moment, Klein slowly left the prayer hall with his cane and newspaper as

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

surfaced in

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

acted as nervous as

mottled walls. The address on the door

department’s underground shooting range was opened to the public as a way to

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

was led underground

simply. Next, he retrieved the revolver from his

suddenly targeted made his desire to protect himself win over his procrastination. Therefore, he could not wait

removed the silver demon hunting

time, neither 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

and

hands, raised it up straight, and aimed at the

no hurry to shoot. Instead, he recalled his experience at military training 1

holding stance. He

bench. He placed the

picked up the revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder. He got into standard firing position and pulled

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

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