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?”

was suddenly as nimble as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad.

out of curiosity and looked carefully. He realized it was a wallet with fine

of buffalo skin or sheepskin, but he noticed a small light-blue logo embroidered on the side of the wallet—a white

impression. The second thing he noticed was

than twenty gray notes imprinted with black ink—gold

the notes. When

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

amount of money in every meaning of the word! I might not even

amount of gold pounds was immense, picking up such a wallet was equivalent to picking up a briefcase of banknotes in his previous

wonder which gentleman dropped it… He

was clearly

is,” said Old Neil with a chuckle. “It’s not like we attempted to divine and take money that doesn’t belong to us. We should wait here for a moment. I

heaved a sigh of relief. He had a brand-new

and paid off his debt. He was still wondering how to prevent

do no harm?” Klein suddenly learned something

by the streets when a luxurious four-wheeled carriage zoomed over. Its side had a light blue logo with a dove

the same color alighted. He looked at the wallet, took off his hat, and said politely, “Sirs,

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

middle-aged man was taken aback as he said in a self-deprecating manner almost immediately, “As a butler, I do not know how much money Master had in

Old Neil gestured for him

middle-aged man walked to the carriage’s side and through the

approached Klein and Old Neil again and

but less than 350 pounds. My

not remember… That’s really some filthy rich guy. If I had that much money on me, I would definitely be counting

nodded and

proof,

middle-aged man took the wallet over and did an estimate before pulling out

This is what an

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

a knight that his brother respected but did not

you, Sir Deweyville. He is a kind and generous gentleman.” Old Neil

look at Klein when he saw that there was no one

The

be settled

the

actually

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

doing ritualistic magic. Temperance is a critical trait