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.

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 determine if it’s

finished handling the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man in the stairwell. He

foot and kicked the bag

unaffected, Klein coldly pulled the trigger like his

Bang!

out from the man’s

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

landed on the

Leonard swatted away some of the blood that had splattered

“Nice shooting.”

in an indiscernible manner as he

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

perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find a sharp dagger in the accomplice’s possession and “drag”

saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and sat up slowly from a

Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope was made up

was bandaged, but Leonard

pleasant delight when he saw

Very precise.” The genuflecting

Klein lowered his revolver and

for real? Have I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring to

was apparent that he had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind of

stood up and said to 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

He put away his revolver, picked up

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

…

his laughter and walked out into the streets.

the Special Operations Department; instead, he used his identity as a professional security company

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

two policemen exchanged looks and one of them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family. The other policeman followed

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

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

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

where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee, disembarked with

was still in a daze. He found

heard a crisp snap

carriage drove past with its windows open. The black-haired and

carriage, Leonard closed the

extended his right

a pleasure working with

think we are on that good terms… Klein politely

quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a half-assed Sequence

among aristocrats after a clash of swords,” explained Leonard

Klein had

window and said with a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr.

of 100

of the kidnappers’ location from

money isn’t that important,”

very important to