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.

to determine if he was an accomplice or a neighbor, but he did not reveal any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, “Do not attempt to

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

his foot and kicked the bag of bread up in an attempt to block

pulled the trigger

Bang!

out from the man’s

however, Leonard had already reached his hand towards the handrail before

thud, Leonard landed on the man from

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

“Nice shooting.”

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

consuming the Seer potion, he could still “see”

the scope of spiritual perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard

They saw Elliott Vickroy jolt awake from the gunshot as he straightened his body and

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

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

stammered in pleasant delight when

you guessed right. Very precise.” The

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 make any

hours of being a kidnapping victim.

to inform the tobacco merchant. I do not wish to walk out with a child and four idiots like

about the aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver,

the 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 your old butler,

…

walked out into the streets. With the

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

all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage

them left to gather reinforcements and inform the Vickroy family. The other policeman followed Klein to the

Leonard signaled to Klein while the policeman was not paying attention. Klein was to sneak out

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

he would take any responsibility for any

few carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler,

he was still in a daze. He found it incredulous that news would come so

heard a crisp snap as he

with its windows open. The black-haired and green-eyed Leonard had snapped his fingers

the window,

extended his right hand

a pleasure working

are on that good terms… Klein

the capabilities of Beyonders. Even

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

Klein had many aristocratic

said with a frown, “Shouldn’t we confirm with Mr. Klee?

of

their providing of the kidnappers’ location from their ‘meeting’ from

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

very important to