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.

was 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 a misunderstanding in a

man in the stairwell. He

foot and kicked the bag

the trigger like his

Bang!

from

the second floor; however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail

thud, Leonard landed on the

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

“Nice shooting.”

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

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” faint footsteps, allowing him to take preemptive

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

cane in each hand, Klein entered the kidnapper’s room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and sat up

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

man who had been shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard disdained getting his hands dirty,

stammered in pleasant delight when he saw the

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 also call us

I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring to

short few hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind of rashness someone his

stood up and said to Klein, “Go downstairs and find some patrolling cops. Get them to inform the tobacco

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

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

…

the streets. With the help of pedestrians, he found two

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

at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before

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

forty minutes, Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was not paying

waste of time. Let’s leave first,” the Nighthawk with the

any responsibility for any

five minutes later, a few carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee, disembarked with

in time, he was still in a daze. He found it

he heard a crisp

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

the window, turned around, and looked at

his right hand and

a pleasure working with

on that

resolved so quickly. All he could do was marvel at the capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just a

of peace among aristocrats after a clash of swords,”

had many

said with a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr. Klee? If he believes that the police rescued Elliott, our commission will

of

of

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

important to