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.

opened before closing the door behind him. He took off his hat

morning, 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

Klein honestly answered

hands together. His deep gray eyes silently looked at Klein’s eyes. He did not follow up on the topic of being followed and instead, asked, “You

“Yes.” Klein answered.

that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of death that we reported and had

was also known as Wind City. It was a region with extremely advanced coal and steel industries. It was one of the top three cities of

to give his opinion, Dunn continued, “It might also be a result of that notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating

do?” Klein asked

that

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

returned with

course, do not

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

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

of his footsteps echoed, making him sound more alone and

at the stairwell. He went forward

say a word when they met. The priest turned around in silence and

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

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

immediately regained the familiar feeling of being observed. He felt like

question surfaced in his

priest to conceal my temporary disappearance, would it be hard for him to continue monitoring me by pretending to pray? If he had not

no longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He took a casual stroll before going around

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

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

He took this opportunity to hand over his Special Operations

was led underground to a small,

Next, he retrieved the revolver from his armpit holster and the box of brass bullets

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

left, he flicked open the cylinder and removed the silver

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

and rolled it with his

hands, raised it up straight, and aimed at the target more than ten

training 1 , how to form a line with the iron-sights, and knowledge

his holding stance. He was as serious as a student taking a high-school

the wall and sat down on a long, soft bench. He placed

minutes recalling his practice before he picked up the revolver with the wooden handle and bronze cylinder.

back from the recoil. The bullet

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