Lord of the Mysteries

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The horses widened their paces as the wheels began rolling in tow. Despite activating his Spirit Vision and turning around, hoping to observe the refined and sweet lady, Klein did not have his wishes fulfilled. All his eyes reflected were brown figures moving past him.

Meanwhile, the passengers from the stop had already boarded the carriage. The carriage door was closed tightly as it gradually departed.

Within the carriage, twenty to thirty people stood closely to each other, their energy fields overlapping and shielding each other. Hence, it was an explosion of colors in Klein’s vision, making it difficult for him to differentiate.

He shook his head quietly and raised his finger to tap his glabella to deactivate his Spirit Vision.

To him, it was simply help he could provide if he happened to chance upon it. However, if he were to miss it, and the situation was not especially clear, there was no point taking it to heart and delaying his own matters.

While bathing in the crimson moonlight, Klein strolled back home on the still bustling Daffodil Street. He returned to see Melissa sitting beside the dining table. She was busy doing her homework under a bright gas lamp.

She bit at the fountain pen and frowned, appearing deep in thought.

“Where’s Benson?” Klein asked casually.

“Ah…” Melissa looked up. She blanked out for a few seconds before saying, “He said he went around a few boroughs today and was covered in sweat. He’s taking a nice relaxing bath.”

“Alright.” Klein chuckled. Suddenly, he realized that she was wearing a dress he had never seen before.

It was entirely beige in color. It had fashionable engageantes. The collar and edges of her top had thin frills. Apart from that, it was a rather simple design, the type one wore as daily casual clothing. It fully accentuated the youth of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old.

“New dress?” Klein asked with a smile.

It was a purchase that he and Benson had insisted upon.

Melissa answered in the affirmative tersely.

“I just took it back from Mrs. Rochelle. I was thinking that since I had to wash it later, I might as well try it on first.”

Klein was rather puzzled when he heard that.

“Mrs. Rochelle?”

Wasn’t she our former neighbor?

Melissa nodded and explained in all seriousness, “Mrs. Rochelle is actually a seamstress, but she was quite unlucky. She had no choice but to sew and mend clothes for others at home. She leads a pretty tough life. I knew that she had pretty good skill and the price she quoted is cheaper than at a women’s clothing store. Furthermore, it’s very well-tailored to my figure, so I ordered a new skirt from her. It only cost nine soli and five pence and took only a few days. A dress of a similar style would cost three halves of a pound at Harrods Department Store!”

Sis, I know that at least half the reason is due to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did not reproach Melissa for deciding things for herself. Instead, he said with a smile, “When did you

Street, near the Divination Club. It was somewhere where the middle-class

“It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually prefer

well—nice for a girl to occasionally shop at

some idle talk, he briskly walked to the second floor, hoping

get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard sounds coming from the bathroom close to the

seconds later, Benson stepped out while drying his gradually receding

new dress?” He

I did was ask where it was done…” Klein thought for a moment

chortled and shook his

of an elder brother. When Melissa received the dress, she couldn’t bear putting it down. After rushing to cook and wash the dishes, she immediately wore the dress and

starch the clothes while doing so… Klein subconsciously refuted with the

sighed. “It’s been scorching the past few days. She was busy in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would feel much better doing

enlightened as he gave

are, Melissa… There’s nothing wrong with a girl caring for her appearance. There’s no need to find excuses… The corners of his mouth curved up as he shook his

was showering, Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs. He

coins for the gas meter come

next door? That can’t be. It’s said that this lady strictly abides by the etiquette of middle-class society. She

puzzlement, Klein wiped dry his body. Wearing old but

did not notice any strangers. He asked, “Was someone at the door

newspapers casually, said with a smile, “It was Bitsch Mountbatten, one of the policemen in charge of Iron Cross Street. He asked if we met an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy who has a rotund face. Heh, he even gave us

a general

close to Iron Cross Street and

this far made it clear that the operation of nabbing

training. He only had basic mastery

did not sleep well that night. He kept worrying that the Instigator would infiltrate their

the entire night, with

held his cane, and went all the way to Zouteland

Klein,” replied Rozanne happily. She suppressed her voice and said, “I heard the huge operation last

Instigator Tris?” Klein asked in

Punishers discovered the Instigator at the harbor… They were planning on waiting for additional Beyonders and another Special Operations squad from the police to arrive before beginning the operation to do the deed instantly without alarming the commoners.

they need a Beyonder with tracking abilities, such as me.”

back then.” Dunn Smith’s

her head abruptly and saw the captain wearing his black windbreaker. He was glaring right at her with his deep pair of gray eyes while leaning against

mouth. Then, she shook her head incessantly, expressing

Punishers, the Machinery Hivemind, and us Nighthawks. We traced the injured Tris to Iron Cross Street’s Lower Street. We found his temporary residence, but the clues ended there. Be it Beyonder methods or ordinary investigations, nothing worked. It was as though he evaporated into thin