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?”

suddenly as nimble as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad. He quickly came to the

close out of curiosity and looked carefully.

he noticed a small light-blue logo embroidered on the side of the wallet—a white dove spreading its wings as

The second thing he noticed was

more than twenty gray notes imprinted with black ink—gold

Neil opened up the wallet and pulled out the notes. When he looked at it

a total of thirty notes. There’s

of money in every meaning of the word!

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

wonder which gentleman dropped it… He can’t be someone ordinary,”

wallet was clearly not a

like we attempted to divine and take money that doesn’t belong to us. We should wait here for a moment. I believe the gentleman will soon be back searching for it. It’s not something that

heaved a sigh of relief. He had a brand-new understanding of Old Neil’s

worried that he would have used the Goddess’s bestowment as an excuse and paid off his debt. He was still wondering how

do

did not wait more than a minute by the streets when a luxurious four-wheeled carriage zoomed over. Its side had a light blue logo

middle-aged man dressed in a black formal suit with a bow tie of the same color alighted. He looked at the wallet, took off his hat, and said politely,

is proof of everything, but I need to make additional verifications. This is to be responsible for all parties. Might I ask how

self-deprecating manner almost immediately, “As a butler, I do not know how much

Neil gestured for

and through the window, conversed with the

Klein and Old Neil

less than 350 pounds. My master does not remember

on me, I would definitely be counting it again and again…

nodded and handed

the Goddess as proof,

over and did an estimate before pulling out three ten-pound

morals. This is what an honest person should receive. Please do not

who established the Deweyville Trust? The Sir Deweyville who provided cheap rental apartments to

brother respected but did not believe

is a kind and generous gentleman.” Old Neil did not stand on ceremony as he received the three

watching Sir Deweyville’s carriage depart, he turned to look at Klein when he

The IOU

be settled

the

magic! That actually works!? Klein was once

few minutes later, he entered the building’s stairwell and while heading to the security company, he asked puzzledly, “Mr.

not to be greedy when doing ritualistic magic. Temperance is a critical trait