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.

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

that moment, Leonard, who had finished handling the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man in

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

pulled the trigger like his usual

Bang!

burst out from the man’s

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

dull thud, Leonard landed on the

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

“Nice shooting.”

The corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in an indiscernible manner as he caught

despite not having any enhancements to his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could still

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

Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his

had securely tied up the three kidnappers with the rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in a corner. The lack of rope was made up

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 delight when he

guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard answered

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

Have I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring

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

the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk out with a child and

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 soon see your father, mother, and

…

the streets. With

Department; instead,

for 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 accelerated by going

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

than forty minutes, Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman

the police station is an extreme waste of time. Let’s leave

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

minutes later, a few carriages rushed to the building where the

a daze. He found it incredulous that news would come

a crisp snap as he turned

The black-haired

Leonard closed the window, turned around, and

right

a pleasure

are on that good terms…

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

peace among aristocrats after a clash of swords,” explained Leonard with a

Klein had many aristocratic

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

of 100

was no doubt about their providing of the kidnappers’ location from

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

very important