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!”

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,

the Divination Club. It

long while before she said, “It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually prefer gears more. I

shop at a

talk, he briskly walked to the second floor, hoping to wash away the repulsive mixed smells from

to return to his bedroom to get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard

stepped out while drying his

Melissa’s new dress?” He

where it was done…” Klein thought for a

immediately chortled and

brother. When Melissa received the dress, she couldn’t bear putting it down. After rushing to cook and wash

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

She was busy in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would feel

Klein was suddenly enlightened as he gave his brother a knowing

her appearance. There’s no need to find excuses… The corners

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

the worker who’s in charge of collecting coins for the gas meter come only once every

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

old but comfortable

notice any strangers. He asked, “Was someone at the

if we met an eighteen or nineteen-year-old

general idea what

Dragon Bar at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close

to go this far made it clear that the operation of nabbing the

basic mastery of shooting,

worrying that the Instigator

entire night, with

top hat, held his cane, and went all the way to

suppressed her voice and said,

Instigator Tris?” Klein

another Special Operations squad from the

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

trackers back then.” Dunn Smith’s voice

wearing his black windbreaker. He was glaring right at

cover her mouth. Then, she shook her

and after some thought, he said, “There were a total of six Beyonders from the Mandated 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,