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

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

man’s pupils constricted as he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the bag of bread up in an

pulled the trigger like

Bang!

from the

from the second floor; however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail before leveraging himself

thud, Leonard landed on

fainted as Leonard swatted away some of the blood that had splattered on him. He

“Nice shooting.”

in an indiscernible manner as he

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

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

Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened

Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack

in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty, so he did not help

pleasant

guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard answered

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

been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring

apparent that he had suffered quite harshly in the short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind of rashness someone his age normally

Klein, “Go downstairs and find some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk

about the aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver, picked up his cane,

he had forgotten something. In addition, he heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t be nervous. You will soon see your father, mother, and your old butler, Klee. Why don’t we play a round of

…

walked out into the streets. With the help of pedestrians,

Operations Department; instead,

had received an all-purpose weapon

reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family. The other policeman followed Klein

while the policeman was not paying

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

responsibility for any repercussions, he did not retort and

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

found it incredulous that news would come so fast. It

crisp snap as

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

the

extended his right hand and

was a pleasure

we are on that good terms… Klein

be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders.

aristocrats after a clash of swords,” explained

know.” Klein had many

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

total of 100

doubt about their providing of the

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

very important to