Lord of the Mysteries

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Klein left his house.

Since he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross Street to Welch’s place, he wore a linen shirt instead of his formal attire of top hat and leather boots. He wore a matching brown coat, a round felt hat and a pair of old leather shoes. That way, he did not need to worry that the stench of his sweat would contaminate the rather expensive suit.

As he went down Daffodil Street, he strolled toward Iron Cross Street. When he passed by the square around the corner, he subconsciously took a glance.

The tents had already vanished. The circus troupe from before had left after finishing their performance.

Klein originally imagined the animal trainer who had helped him tell his fortune to be a hidden expert. He believed she had purposely appeared to guide him after discovering something unique about him and that she would meet him and provide hints for the future. However, none of that happened. She left for the next stop in the tour with the circus troupe.

How can there be so many cliched tropes… Klein shook his head while grimacing a smile. He turned toward Iron Cross Street.

Iron Cross Street was not characterized by just a single street. Like its name suggested, it was formed by two roads that crossed each other.

With the intersection at its core, it was split into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street, and Lower Street. Klein, Benson, and Melissa previously lived on Lower Street.

However, the residents living at his former apartment and the surrounding area did not think of the area as Lower Street. Instead, they created the term Middle Street. By doing so, they made a clear difference between those staying there and the poor who lived two hundred meters down the road.

There, a bedroom was occupied by five or six people, and sometimes even up to ten.

Klein walked along the periphery of Left Street as he let his mind wander. He recalled the Antigonus family’s notebook and how it was missing. He thought of its importance to the Nighthawks and thought of the deaths that resulted from it.

His heart slowly turned heavy as his face turned ashen.

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded.

“Lad.”

Oh… Klein turned his head curiously and found himself by Smyrin Bakery’s entrance. Mrs. Wendy with a head of gray hair was greeting him with a wave and a warm smile.

“You don’t look… very happy?” Wendy asked genially.

Klein rubbed his face and said, “A little.”

“Regardless of your worries, tomorrow will always come,” said Mrs. Wendy with a smile. “Here, try out my newly created sweet iced tea. I’m not sure if it suits the palate of the locals.”

“Locals? Aren’t you one, Mrs. Smyrin?” Klein shook his head in amusement.

Trying out something means it’s free, right?

came to Tingen with my husband, but that was more than forty years ago. Heh heh, back then, Benson was not born yet. Even your parents did

preferences of Northerners and I’m always missing my hometown’s food. I miss pork sausages, potato bread, roasted pancakes, vegetables fried in

I also miss

smile when

Smyrin, this sure is a topic that makes me hungry… But I feel

cup of brownish-red liquid. “This is sweet iced

it was not as stimulating. The taste

“It’s excellent!” he marveled.

squinted eyes as she watched him finish the cup

about his moving, Klein returned to the

in the afternoon. They gathered again after half past five. The

area, Klein’s heart suddenly felt overwhelmed by darkness. His heart felt heavy, down, and gloomy for an

happening? He sharply sensed something wrong about himself. He immediately stopped and observed his surroundings, but

and tapped his glabella like he

of his vision immediately transformed. The auras of

Klein could observe the colors of their health, his attention was pulled away by the colors that

to determine the exact thoughts of the observed, but the despondent, apathetic, and gloomy impression was deeply carved

he surveyed the area, he realized that even

was a sense of gloom that tainted them from years

Klein instantly understood the

him into unfamiliar environments and made him feel discomfort. It was also easy for

ability he obtained without additional practice after becoming a Seer. It was a passive sense that could not be

It is like a fire in the night. Therefore,

a repressed color is probably formed over extended periods of time, right?”

tapped his glabella twice again and tried

existences or tiny connections while also searching for

There was filthy water and trash on the streets.

door and circled the first floor

constantly

as dim as always. Klein

any clues regarding his notebook, he even failed to see any invisible spiritual

easy to encounter them, most ordinary people would not have

form of spiritual bodies, but in the form of spirituality. Only a

once, Klein left the apartment and retraced

walked for a full hour but did not discover anything along the

mumbled to himself, “There’s no need for me to search Welch’s place, right? Captain