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?

chin a little and said, “You guessed right. I’m actually a Southerner. I came to Tingen with my husband, but that was more than forty years

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

also miss sweet

suffused a smile

this sure is a topic that makes me hungry… But I feel a lot better. Thank you very

always cure sorrow.” Wendy handed him a cup of brownish-red liquid. “This is sweet iced tea I

tea from Earth. However, it was not as stimulating. The

“It’s excellent!” he marveled.

eyes as she

with Mrs. Smyrin about his moving, Klein returned to the street

far fewer street side hawkers in the afternoon. They gathered again after half past five. The ones

heart suddenly felt overwhelmed by darkness. His heart felt heavy, down, and gloomy for

sharply sensed something wrong about himself. He immediately stopped and observed his surroundings, but did not see

Klein raised his hand and tapped his glabella like

of his vision immediately transformed. The auras

observe the colors of their health, his attention

unable to determine the exact thoughts of the observed, but the despondent, apathetic, and gloomy

that even the sun could not disperse those

was a sense of gloom that tainted them from

seeing this, Klein instantly

Neil said, activating his Spirit Vision easily pulled him into unfamiliar environments and made him feel discomfort. It was also easy for himself to be affected by the emotions of

after becoming a Seer. It was a passive sense that could not be declined. It allowed him to directly sense

like a Spirit Medium, the intensity of everyone’s perception is clear. It is like a fire in the night. Therefore, people with high perceptivity were naturally affected by the intense atmosphere of anything abnormal. It could only be repeatedly practiced to grasp, control, and adapt

over extended periods of time,

and tried

existences or tiny connections while

as usual. There was filthy water and trash on the streets. It only cleared up when

first floor in the darkness that the sunlight could

constantly as he went

as dim as always. Klein released his perception and looked

he fail to discover any clues regarding his notebook,

easy to encounter them, most ordinary people would not have

did not exist in the form of spiritual bodies, but in the form of spirituality. Only a Spirit Medium could

left the apartment and retraced

for a full hour but did not discover

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