Lord of the Mysteries

“Stop thinking about the bloody IOU. Let’s discuss the ritualistic magic.” Old Neil put away the candles, cauldron, silver knife, and other items with a relaxed expression.

Klein really wanted to shrug his shoulders like the Americans in his previous life, but ultimately could not bring himself to do something that ungentlemanly.

He turned his focus toward the ritualistic magic and threw out detailed questions that puzzled him, receiving answers from them. For example, the incantations had a particular format. As long as they were satisfied and the key meaning was expressed in Hermes, the rest could be left to one’s creativity. Of course, blasphemy or disrespectful descriptions were absolutely forbidden.

The mysticism class lasted until noon before Old Neil coughed twice.

“We have to return to Zouteland Street.”

With that said, he grumbled in an indistinct manner, “To get these bloody materials, I missed my beloved breakfast.”

Klein looked around both amused and puzzled.

“Mr. Neil, do you have a chef? Or a maidservant in charge of cooking?”

A weekly salary of twelve pounds could hire several servants!

According to the newspapers, with board and lodging provided, hiring an ordinary chef cost anywhere between twelve to fifteen soli a week. It did not even need a pound. A maidservant to do miscellaneous chores was even cheaper. Their weekly salaries ranged between three soli six pence to six soli. Of course, one could not bear any hope of them having any culinary skills.

Uh, that’s not right. With Mr. Neil’s debt of thirty pounds, it’s only normal he doesn’t hire any chefs or servants…

It seems I’ve asked another question I should not have asked…

While Klein regretted his question, Old Neil shook his head without minding it.

“I often attempt ritualistic magic, research extraordinary items, and read corresponding documents at home, so I don’t nor is it possible that I hire ordinary people as chefs, butlers or maidservants. I only hire someone to clean up the place regularly. And if they are not ordinary people, do you think they will be willing to do such jobs?”

“I seem to have asked a silly question. It’s possibly because I will not do anything that involves mysticism at home,” explained Klein in a self-deprecating manner.

Old Neil had long stood up, wore his round felt hat, and while walking out the door, rambled on.

“I seem to smell pan-fried foie gras… Once the IOU is completely settled, I’ll definitely have one set! For lunch, I’ll definitely eat roasted pork glazed with apple juices. No, that’s not enough. I must have a sausage infused with mashed potatoes…”

You are making me hungry… Klein swallowed his saliva as he caught up to Old Neil and headed for the nearby public carriage stop.

After returning to Zouteland Street, Old Neil suddenly grunted after stepping down the carriage.

“What do I see? Goddess, what am I seeing?”

a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad.

of curiosity and looked carefully. He

of experience, he could barely tell if the dark brown wallet was made of buffalo skin or sheepskin, but he noticed a small light-blue logo embroidered on the side of the wallet—a

thing he noticed was

gray notes imprinted with

the notes. When he looked at it carefully, he immediately

The honorable Founder and Protector, William I. Wow, Goddess, there’s a total of thirty notes. There’s also

money in every meaning of the word! I might not even earn that much in ten years… Klein’s breathing turned

of gold pounds was immense, picking up such a wallet was equivalent to picking up a briefcase

wonder which gentleman dropped it… He

a wallet was

to us. We should wait here for a moment. I believe the gentleman will

had

rather worried that he would have used the Goddess’s bestowment as an excuse and paid

you wish, but do no harm?” Klein suddenly learned

did not wait more than a minute by the streets when a luxurious four-wheeled

bow tie of the same color alighted. He looked at the wallet, took off his hat, and

is to be responsible for all parties. Might I ask how much money is there in the wallet?” replied Old

a butler, I do not know

you wish.” Old Neil gestured for him to do as he

walked to the carriage’s side and through the

Old

300 pounds, but less than 350 pounds. My master

That’s really some filthy rich guy. If I had that much money on me, I would definitely be counting it again and again… Klein was filled

and handed the

proof, this

over and did an estimate before pulling

your morals. This

The Sir Deweyville who provided cheap rental apartments to the working class? Klein immediately remembered

was a knight that his brother respected but did not believe was grounded in

and generous gentleman.” Old Neil did not stand on

depart, he turned to look at Klein when he saw that there was no one around.

pounds. The

it will be settled

is the power of

actually works!? Klein was

he entered the building’s stairwell and while heading to the security company, he asked puzzledly, “Mr. Neil, why didn’t you

when doing ritualistic magic. Temperance is a critical trait needed by every Mystery Pryer if they wish to