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

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 responsible

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

pulled the trigger like his

Bang!

out from the

second floor; however, Leonard

landed on the

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

“Nice shooting.”

corner of Klein’s mouth twitched in

the Seer potion, he could still “see” obstructed objects and

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

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

rope they used against Elliott. Bunched together, they were thrown in

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

pleasant delight when he saw the scene before

guessed right. Very precise.” The genuflecting Leonard

lowered his revolver and said to Elliott, “We are mercenaries hired by your father. You can also call us

real? Have I been saved?” Elliott said joyfully without daring to make any

a kidnapping victim. He did not have the kind

them to inform the tobacco merchant. I

aftermath, nodded. He put away his revolver,

heard Leonard say to Elliott, “Don’t be nervous. You will soon see your

…

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

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

him holding a gun, he was not worried at all. He had received an all-purpose weapon usage certificate the day before

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

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

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

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

the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee, disembarked with his portly

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

crisp snap

windows open. The black-haired and

by Vickroy’s carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned

right hand

was a pleasure working with

on that good terms… Klein politely

capabilities of Beyonders. Even though he was just

after a

Klein had many

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

of 100

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

money isn’t that important,” said

very important