Lord of the Mysteries

A mission request… You probably came to the wrong place… This security company’s signboard is really nothing but a signboard…

Klein immediately held back his urge to lampoon when he heard the visitor. How he yearned for there to be a message board and a screen for him to share his thoughts.

But he soon realized that he had once asked a similar question. The captain’s answer was that they could take on jobs if they were free. The money earned could be used as funding for the team’s petty cash account and bonuses for the participants.

Rozanne’s eyes darted around as she thought for a moment before saying, “Our security personnel are all out on missions. The fastest it will take for them to return is an hour. If your matter isn’t urgent, you can consider our services.”

Among the six formal Nighthawk members, Captain Dunn Smith had been invited to the cathedral by the bishop for some unknown discussion. Leonard Mitchell was guarding Chanis Gate in his place.

Corpse Collector Frye and Sleepless Royale Reideen had already headed to the Golden Indus Borough to assist the police in the investigation of a robbery case with cultist inklings. Sleepless Kenley White was on leave, while Midnight Poet Seeka Tron had gone to Raphael Cemetery in the north suburb for a daily patrol.

As for the remaining two Beyonders, Old Neil was frail and too advanced in his years. He had not taken any missions in a long time. Klein was still a novice and was truly inadequate in various aspects.

“They are all out…” With one hand holding his umbrella, the lanky man’s expression turned gloomy as he took off his hat. He bowed and said, “Sorry for intruding. Goodbye.”

He turned around and walked out. He went down the stairs and left 36 Zouteland Street amid the spattering rain and howling winds.

“What a bloody pity.” Rozanne watched the man left and sighed regretfully.

Although she would not have gotten any share of the commission, she definitely would have been able to partake in a sumptuous meal.

“There’s nothing we can do about it. Chanis Gate needs someone watching it all the time.” Klein put down his cutlery in satisfaction. Even though he did not like the soup mixture of turnips and vegetables, he still drank it clean. “Don’t tell me you want Bredt to take the mission? Or yourself?”

Rozanne rolled her eyes and giggled.

“Bredt won’t do, but you can. Our Mister Seer…”

The moment she finished her sentence, she immediately realized what she had just said. She covered her mouth in shock because the door had not been fully closed. It someone walked past outside or heard anything about Beyonders, it would be considered a leak.

“Thankfully Captain isn’t around…” Rozanne looked out the door and secretly stuck her tongue out. “Or I’ll have to go for confession again!”

Bredt and Klein laughed out in unison as they exchanged looks before beginning to put away the cutlery.

After everything was done, Klein, who did not bring his umbrella, decided to stay at Blackthorn Security Company due to the ongoing rain.

He took out some newspapers and sat on the soft but bouncy sofa as he leisurely began his ‘afternoon break.’

“The airship route from Backlund to Desi Bay is now in service…”

“The complete anthology of the Great Detective Manseng is publishing soon…”

“An advertisement for Lagolas Weapons? A standard model revolver carrying six bullets costs three pounds and ten soli, a double barrel gun costs two pounds…”

…

through the Tingen City Honest Paper when a particular piece of news suddenly

killing Mr. Welch and Miss Naya has been caught. We believe it is a much-needed reprieve from the horror that has gripped North Borough, Golden Indus Borough, and East Borough… Welch’s father, Mr.

a few

had bought the police’s explanations and did not

be any greater than that of my parents

sat there motionless

neither found it odd that he was not invited to Welch’s

to offer a bouquet of flowers to their graves… Klein was about to take a nap

was nodding off, suddenly

again. The lanky man from

I wait here? Your mercenaries, no— security personnel should be back soon, right?” He asked sincerely,

seat.” Rozanne pointed at

hear about our security company? Who introduced you

despite the heavy afternoon storm while

resolved missions that might seem very difficult to

a visit to all the mercenaries, uh—security companies and private investigators. You are my only hope.

different from what

question, “They are very busy?

man sat down and

you must

unfortunately, I’m one of the people involved… Klein nodded

“Yes.”

terrified. Apart from increasing the numbers of their security detail, they

and Rozanne exchanged looks and saw the self-deprecating smile from each other’s

a golden age. Yet, Blackthorn Security Company was not affected in any way. It was

to a certain extent, it also proved the

twenty plus minutes, Klein prepared to leave since the rain was coming to a stop.

moment, the black-haired and green-eyed Leonard Mitchell walked out of

“This is?”

Is Captain back?”

The lanky man was taken aback when he heard

there, staring at the door. How did

expression immediately froze as

company, we don’t only use the

man

companies were mercenary teams or small-scale

draped on. He took a glance at the lanky man when he

because he had long heard about the unrestrained characters of mercenaries that he did not feel the anger of being humiliated. Instead,

down, and organized his

is Klee, a butler of Mr. Vickroy, a tobacco merchant. His only son, little Elliott, was kidnapped this morning. We have already informed the police and the matter has been given high priority. However, Mr. Vickroy remains uneasy. He wishes to go through the channels which mercenaries, uh—security personnel have, as well as your understanding