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

was at Howes Street, near the Divination Club. It was somewhere where

“It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually prefer gears more. I like places with steam and machinery.

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

floor, hoping to wash away

to his bedroom to get a change of

later, Benson stepped out while

Did you compliment Melissa’s new dress?” He shot a glance at Klein and

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

and

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

showering? She can wash and starch the clothes while doing so… Klein subconsciously refuted with the explanation that Melissa

kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would feel

was suddenly enlightened as he gave his

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

he was showering, Klein faintly heard

coins for the gas

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

Wearing old but

notice any strangers. He asked, “Was

He asked if we met an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy who has a rotund face. Heh, he even

Klein had a general idea what

Dragon Bar at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street and

that the operation of nabbing the

basic mastery of shooting, so to consider dealing with a natural ‘Assassin’ was simply using his life

night. He kept worrying that the Instigator would

with the morning sun rays

formal attire, wore his top hat, held his cane, and went all

Rozanne happily. She suppressed her voice and said, “I heard the huge

nab Instigator Tris?”

informant of the Mandated 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

with tracking abilities, such

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

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 the partition’s

mouth. Then, she shook her head incessantly, expressing her futile

Klein 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, nothing worked. It was as though he evaporated into thin air, disappearing