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.

determine if he was an accomplice or a neighbor, but he did not reveal any abnormalities. He said

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

and kicked the bag of bread up in an

coldly pulled the trigger like his

Bang!

out from

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

dull thud, Leonard landed on

blood that had splattered on him. He looked up

“Nice shooting.”

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

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

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

cane in each hand, Klein entered the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake

used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope was made up by tearing their

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

Elliott stammered in pleasant

Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard answered

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

I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without

few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He

the tobacco merchant.

aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver, picked up his cane, and walked to

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

…

the streets. With

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

He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before yesterday. His application was accelerated by going through

to gather reinforcements and

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

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

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

the building where the kidnappers were. The

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

heard a crisp snap as he

The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had snapped

by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the

right

was a pleasure

that good terms… Klein

did not expect the kidnapping case to be resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just

a celebratory gesture of peace among aristocrats after a clash of

know.” Klein had

confirm with Mr. Klee?

of

no doubt about their providing of the kidnappers’ location from their ‘meeting’ from

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

important to