Lord of the Mysteries

Leonard’s singing sounded like a lullaby as it lightly resounded through the doors and into the winding wooden stairwell.

Klein’s mind immediately turned torpid. He felt like he saw a silent moonlight and serene rippling lake.

His eyelids rapidly turned heavy as if he were about to fall asleep standing.

Amid these indistinct sensations, he also felt a strange, formless, and indifferent focus on his back. It felt like he was wandering the spirit world himself.

A baffling sense of déjà vu suffused as Klein suddenly found his train of thought once again. With his strong spiritual perception and extreme familiarity with Cogitation, he barely escaped the influence of the Midnight Poem.

However, he remained serene and could hardly evoke any emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing as he turned his head with a smile.

“I’m considering asking Captain’s permission to apply for a Feynapotter lute. How can there not be an accompaniment when singing?

“Heh heh, I’m just kidding. I can hear them asleep.”

The black-haired, green-eyed Nighthawk with his poetic vibe took a stride forward and walked to the door that separated them from the kidnappers and hostage.

He suddenly moved his shoulder and threw a punch at the door’s lock.

Crack!

The wooden board around the lock shattered in a muffled manner.

“This requires precise control.” Leonard turned his head and smiled. He then reached his hand into the hole and opened the door.

Klein, who had regained consciousness, was not as confident as him. He reached under his armpit, drew his revolver, and turned the cylinder, making sure that he could shoot at a moment’s notice.

As the door swung back, he saw a man sleeping on a table with a gun by his feet. Another man was rubbing his eyes in a daze while trying to stand up.

Bam!

Leonard slid forward and struck the awakening kidnapper unconscious.

Klein planned to enter as well when he suddenly sensed something. He turned around abruptly and faced the stairwell.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Footsteps were approaching from below. It became clear that “something” was a hatless man in a brown coat circling the stairwell in his progression toward the third floor while hugging a paper bag of bread.

Suddenly, he stopped. He saw a gun’s barrel aiming at him with a metallic luster.

His pupils reflected a young man dressed in a halved top hat, black formal suit with a bow tie of the same color. It also reflected the cane which rested along the rail and the dangerous revolver.

“Do not move. Raise your hands. Three, two, one…” Klein’s tone was deep but relaxed.

He held the revolver with both hands as he tried to imagine the man as a target from his practice.

Amid the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat threw the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

“Sir, is this a kind of a joke? Has there been a misunderstanding?” He stared intently at the finger that Klein had placed on the trigger as he forced a smile.

any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, “Do not attempt to resist. Someone will determine if it’s a misunderstanding in

out and noticed the man in the stairwell. He said leisurely, “So the kidnappers have another accomplice responsible for

this, the man’s pupils constricted as he suddenly raised his foot and kicked

unaffected, Klein coldly pulled the

Bang!

out from the man’s

tumbled to the ground and attempted to escape from the second floor; however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail before leveraging himself

thud, Leonard landed on

that had splattered on him. He looked up at Klein and

“Nice shooting.”

legs… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in

tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see” obstructed objects and “hear”

nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s possession and

kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from

the three kidnappers with the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they

shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty, so

stammered in pleasant delight when he saw the scene before

guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard answered

to have some humor cells in him… Klein lowered his revolver and said to Elliott, “We are mercenaries hired by your father. You can also call

Elliott said joyfully without

of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind

patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk out with a child and four

nodded. He put away his revolver, picked up his cane, and walked

heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t be nervous. You will soon

…

back his laughter and walked out into the streets. With the help of pedestrians, he found

a member of the Special Operations Department; instead,

he was not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application was

gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family. The other policeman

signaled to Klein while the policeman was not paying attention. Klein was to sneak

is an extreme waste of time. Let’s leave first,” the Nighthawk with the

responsibility for

rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler,

in time, he was still in a daze. He found it incredulous

he heard a crisp

two-wheeled carriage drove past with its windows open. The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had snapped his

passing by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned around, and looked at

extended his right hand and

a pleasure

we are on that good terms… Klein politely

case to be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities

is a celebratory gesture of peace among aristocrats after

Klein had

outside the window and said with a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr. Klee? If he believes that the police rescued Elliott, our commission

of 100

about their providing of the kidnappers’ location from their ‘meeting’ from

isn’t that important,” said

important to