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.

if he was an accomplice or a neighbor, but he did not reveal any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, “Do not attempt to resist. Someone will

that moment, Leonard, who had finished handling the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man in the stairwell. He said leisurely, “So the kidnappers have another accomplice responsible for buying

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

Klein coldly pulled the

Bang!

burst out from the man’s

to the ground and attempted to escape from the second floor; however, Leonard had

a dull thud, Leonard landed on

some of the blood that had splattered on him. He looked up at

“Nice shooting.”

to hit his legs… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in

visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see” obstructed objects and “hear” faint footsteps, allowing him to take

in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s possession and “drag” him into

gun and cane in each hand, Klein entered the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he

securely tied up the three kidnappers with the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope was made up by

Leonard disdained getting

in pleasant delight when he

right. Very precise.”

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

Have I been saved?” Elliott

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

Klein, “Go downstairs and find some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk out with a child and four idiots

the aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver, picked

that he had forgotten something. In addition, he heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t be nervous. You will soon see

…

streets. With the help of pedestrians, he found two

use his badge and identification as a member of the Special Operations Department; instead, he

all. He had received an all-purpose

gather reinforcements and inform the

while the policeman was

Let’s

would take any responsibility for any repercussions, he did not retort and

to the building where the kidnappers were.

he was still in a daze. He found it incredulous that news would come so fast. It felt like a

heard a crisp snap

The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had

the window, turned around, and

his right hand

was a pleasure

that good terms…

could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he

a celebratory gesture of peace among aristocrats after

Klein had many aristocratic

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

total of

of the kidnappers’

To us, money isn’t that important,” said Leonard with a

very important to