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!”

girl… Sis, I know that at least half the reason is due to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein

Street, near the Divination Club. It was somewhere

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

quite, well—nice for a girl to occasionally shop at a department store.” Klein laughed

floor, hoping to wash

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

Benson stepped out while drying his gradually receding

new dress?” He

forgot. All I did was ask where it was done…” Klein thought for a moment as he

immediately chortled and shook

down. After rushing to cook and wash the dishes, she immediately wore the dress and has refused to

clothes while doing so… Klein subconsciously

was busy in the kitchen for

suddenly enlightened as he gave his brother

wrong with a girl caring for her appearance. There’s no need to find

showering, Klein faintly heard knocking

in charge of collecting coins for the gas meter come only once every two

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

body. Wearing old but comfortable shirt and trousers,

did not notice any strangers. He

was reading the 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,

Klein had a general idea what was

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

far made it clear that the operation of nabbing the Instigator had

combat training. He only had basic mastery of shooting, so to consider dealing with

that night. He kept worrying that the Instigator would infiltrate their house

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

hat, held his cane, and went all the way to Zouteland Street. He greeted Rozanne at the reception

Rozanne happily. She suppressed her voice and

operation to nab Instigator Tris?” Klein asked in

another Special Operations squad from the police

tracking abilities, such as me.”

back then.” Dunn Smith’s voice

glaring

mouth. Then, she shook her head incessantly,

of six Beyonders from the Mandated Punishers, the Machinery Hivemind, and us Nighthawks. We traced the injured Tris to Iron Cross Street’s