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?

but that was more than forty

always been a little unaccustomed to the dietary preferences of Northerners and I’m always missing my hometown’s food. I miss

and I also miss

smile

hungry… But I feel a lot better.

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

sip and found it resembling iced red tea from Earth. However, it was not as stimulating. The taste of tea was stronger and felt more refreshing. It instantly expelled the

“It’s excellent!” he marveled.

Wendy smiled with squinted eyes as she watched him finish the cup

moving, Klein returned to the street he was

gathered again after half past five. The ones that stayed behind looked

he entered the area, Klein’s heart suddenly felt overwhelmed by

about himself. He immediately stopped

thought, Klein raised his hand and tapped his glabella like he was

his vision immediately transformed. The

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

thoughts of the observed, but the despondent, apathetic, and gloomy impression

the area, he realized that even the sun could

was a sense of gloom that tainted them from years

this, Klein instantly understood

Neil said, activating his Spirit Vision easily pulled him into unfamiliar environments and made him feel discomfort. It was also

becoming a Seer. It was a passive sense that

a fire

extended periods of time, right?” Klein sighed as

his glabella twice again and tried hard to converge his

abnormal existences or tiny connections while also searching for the Antigonus family’s notebook

water and trash on the streets. It only cleared up when he reached the

door and circled the first floor

wooden stairs creaked constantly as he

floor was as dim as always. Klein

regarding his notebook, he even

them, most ordinary people would not

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

Klein left the apartment and retraced

for a full hour but did not discover

and mumbled to himself, “There’s no