Lord of the Mysteries

Half past seven in the evening, around the Moretti family’s dining table.

“Klein, why do you need to be at work so early as a consultant? Would emergency matters at the security company be more dangerous?” Benson forked a potato from a dish of potato-stewed beef as he raised the matter in concern.

Klein carefully spat out the bones from a pan-fried dish and gave his prepared answer.

“A batch of historical documents needed immediate shipping to Backlund. I had to be present to handle the handover and make sure there was nothing missing. As you can guess, the bunch of fist-swinging bastards don’t know any Feysac.”

Upon hearing his answer, Benson, who had finished chewing his food, could not help but sigh.

“Knowledge is truly important.”

Making use of this opportunity, Klein took out the remaining five-pound note and handed it to Benson.

“This is my additional payment I received today. It’s time you get some decent clothes too.”

“Five pounds?” Benson and Melissa said in unison.

Benson took the note and looked at it repeatedly. He said in both shock and doubt, “This security company sure is generous…”

His weekly salary was one pound ten soli, which meant six pounds exactly every four weeks. He only earned one additional pound from this additional payment!

And with that salary, he had managed to support his siblings, giving them a decent place to stay and allowing them to eat meat two to three times a week. Every year, they could get a few new clothes!

“Are you doubting me?” Klein deliberately returned with a question.

Benson chuckled. “I doubt you have the ability nor the guts to rob a bank.”

“You aren’t someone who can lie,” Melissa answered seriously after lowering her fork and knife.

I-I’m now someone used to lying… Klein immediately felt a little ashamed.

Although it was a result of the circumstances of his reality, his sister’s belief in him left him melancholic.

“It was relatively urgent and important today. I also played a crucial role… which is the reason for the five pounds,” Klein explained.

In a way, what he said was the truth.

As for the five pounds that he would be reimbursed with—the one he would use to join the Divination Club—he planned on concealing it. Firstly, if he brought five pounds home again, he would truly scare his siblings, making them suspect he was doing something illegal. Secondly, he had to save to buy additional materials to practice being a Seer and to grasp more mysticism knowledge.

Benson bit off a mouthful of wheat bread in satisfaction and thought for more than ten seconds.

“The work I’m at doesn’t need any decent clothes. Well, to be precise, the clothes at home are sufficient.”

and studying. Klein, Melissa, I do not wish that my weekly salary remain below two pounds in five years. Heh, as you know, my boss

Klein. He also took the opportunity to steer the conversation. “Why don’t you read some of the grammar

the times to come, the civil servant examinations will appear in Loen Kingdom. Preparing ahead of time

eyes lit up when he

Here,

rye beer. Instead, he poured clear oyster soup

soup, he looked at his sister who was wrestling with the pan-fried fish. He chuckled and said, “Aside from Benson’s books, I think

and

think

save it up.” Klein finished the sentence for

Melissa nodded

best fabrics and the newest designs, it would not be too expensive. We can save up the remaining money,” said

“Melissa, are you planning on wearing the old dress

and good friend. She came from quite a good family background. Her elder brother was a practicing solicitor and her

so-called bash was only a dinner invitation to friends where they chatted

lowered her head and mumbled a response. Then, she ruthlessly forked a

suddenly

over. She wishes to make a formal visit on Sunday, at four in the afternoon tomorrow. She wants to get to

Shaud?” Klein looked at his

side of the table with his fingers and appeared to

Daffodil Street? I met her husband before.

solicitor… Perhaps he knows Selena’s brother,” said Melissa with

are at 2 Daffodil Street…

as you know, I still have to be at the company

recalled the neighbors of his former life when he was young, as well as the neighbors in the apartment from Iron

formal visits… Shouldn’t neighbors get to know each other through

broached the magazines catered towards families and middle-aged women. They placed families with an annual income of a hundred to a thousand pounds as middle-class. They promoted it as the framework of the entire kingdom and praised how the middle-class doesn’t have the arrogance of the aristocrats

which the aristocrats practice in their interactions. As such, it becomes a target of the middle-class. Thus, this results in the differences between intimate calls,

shook his head

this class will be very particular about details. They will visit their neighbors and friends

call?” Klein and

two to six in the afternoon a

and knife, threw his hands

did was read the magazines my female colleague brought.

or gatherings. Later, it was considered as formal attire

must not ill-treat our

…

was a

mouthful of inferior tea, put down the newspapers, and wore his halved top hat. Picking up his silver-inlaid black cane, he sauntered out the door and took a public

the break room after finishing her night duty. After which, he went all the way down to the

corner, he met a Nighthawk member, Sleepless