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.

and noticed the man in the stairwell. He said leisurely, “So the kidnappers

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

pulled the trigger like

Bang!

out from the

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

a dull thud, Leonard landed

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

“Nice shooting.”

Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he caught a whiff of

to his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could

scope of spiritual perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s possession and

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

the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together,

Leonard disdained getting his hands

you people?” Elliott stammered in pleasant delight when he saw

precise.” The

cells in him… Klein lowered his revolver and said to Elliott, “We

saved?” Elliott said joyfully

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

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

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

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

…

laughter and walked out into the streets.

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

not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before

one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family. The other policeman followed Klein

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

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

that he would take any responsibility for any repercussions, he did not

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

found it incredulous that news would come so fast. It felt like a

a crisp

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

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

his right

pleasure working with

we are on that

at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a half-assed

gesture of peace among aristocrats after a clash of swords,”

know.” Klein had many

we confirm with Mr. Klee? If he believes that the police rescued Elliott, our commission will

total of

no doubt about their providing of the

mind it. To us, money isn’t that important,” said Leonard

important to