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?

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 ago. Heh heh, back then, Benson was not born yet. Even your parents did not

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

I also miss

a smile when he

hungry… But I

“This is sweet iced tea I made

Earth. However, it was not as stimulating. The taste of tea was stronger and felt more refreshing.

“It’s excellent!” he marveled.

with squinted eyes as she watched him finish the cup of tea in

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

fewer street side hawkers in the afternoon. They gathered again

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

immediately stopped

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

his vision immediately transformed. The auras of the hawkers and

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

but the despondent, apathetic, and

realized that even the sun

that tainted them from years of

seeing this, Klein

made him feel discomfort. It was

ability he obtained without additional practice after becoming a Seer. It was

a Spirit Medium, the intensity of everyone’s perception is clear. It is like a fire in the

extended periods of time, right?”

his glabella twice again and tried hard to

Tap. Klein walked toward the apartment and sensed for any abnormal existences or tiny connections while also searching for the Antigonus family’s notebook which “he”

water and trash on the

half-closed door and circled the first floor in

stairs creaked constantly as

was as dim as always. Klein released his

only did he fail to discover any clues regarding his notebook, he even

to encounter them, most ordinary people would not have already

the form of spiritual bodies, but in the form of spirituality. Only a Spirit Medium could effectively communicate

left the

a full hour but

locked iron gates and mumbled to himself, “There’s no need for me to search Welch’s place, right? Captain and Madam Daly must have done a carpet search