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!”

to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did not reproach Melissa for deciding things for herself. Instead, he

the Divination Club.

loss for words. It took her a long while before she said, “It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually prefer gears more. I like places with steam and

a girl to occasionally shop at a department store.” Klein

the second floor, hoping to wash away the repulsive mixed

bedroom to get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard

stepped out while drying his gradually

Melissa’s new dress?” He shot a glance at Klein and asked

forgot. All I did was ask where it was done…” Klein thought

immediately chortled and

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 has refused to take it off

she planning on changing after showering? She can wash and starch the clothes while doing so… Klein subconsciously refuted with the

busy in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would feel much better doing her homework after

was suddenly enlightened as he gave his brother

for her appearance. There’s no need to find excuses… The corners of his mouth curved up as he shook his

he was showering, Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs. He immediately

for the gas meter come only

said that this lady strictly abides by the etiquette of middle-class society. She would not visit at

puzzlement, Klein wiped dry his body. Wearing old but comfortable shirt and trousers, he came down the

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

nineteen-year-old boy who has a rotund face. Heh, he even gave us a sketch to identify. Unfortunately, neither one of us have seen him, or

a general idea

Tris had successfully escaped the Evil Dragon Bar at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street; therefore, the police were making visits from door

this far made it clear that

did not bother himself with the situation. He had yet to begin combat training. He only had basic mastery of shooting, so to consider dealing with a natural ‘Assassin’ was simply using his

He kept worrying that the

was quiet the entire night, with the morning sun rays dispersing all

and went all the way to Zouteland Street. He greeted Rozanne at

suppressed her voice

operation to nab Instigator Tris?”

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

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

no lack of trackers back then.” Dunn Smith’s voice suddenly

turned her head abruptly and saw the captain wearing his black windbreaker. He was glaring right

her hands to cover her mouth. Then, she shook her head incessantly, expressing

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