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

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

suddenly raised his foot and kicked

Klein coldly pulled the trigger

Bang!

burst out from the

tumbled to the ground and attempted to escape from the second floor; however, Leonard had already reached his hand

Leonard landed on the man from

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

“Nice shooting.”

his legs… The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he caught a whiff of

discovered that despite not having any enhancements to his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see” obstructed objects and “hear”

thought as he watched Leonard

Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and

Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The

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

pleasant delight when he saw the

you guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard

this bastard to have some humor cells in him… Klein lowered his revolver and

I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring to make any

he had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did

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

nodded. He put away his

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

…

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

not use his badge and identification as a member of the Special Operations Department;

him holding a gun, he was not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application was accelerated

policemen exchanged looks and one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform

the policeman was not paying attention. Klein was

Let’s leave first,” the

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

minutes later, a few carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were.

found it incredulous that news would come so fast. It

he heard a crisp snap as

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

passing by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned

extended his right

a pleasure

we are on that good

be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a half-assed Sequence 9 Beyonder, he was able to

among aristocrats after a clash of

know.” Klein had many

a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr. Klee?

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

To us, money isn’t that important,”

important to