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!”

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

the Divination Club. It was

It took her a long while before she said, “It was Selena

at a department store.” Klein laughed as he comforted his

floor, hoping to wash away the repulsive mixed smells from the

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

few seconds later, Benson stepped out while

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

where it was done…” Klein thought for a moment

immediately chortled and shook

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

wash and starch the clothes while doing so… Klein

the kitchen for a long time, so I believe

suddenly enlightened as he gave his brother

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

was showering, Klein faintly heard

who’s in charge of collecting coins for the gas meter come

That can’t be. It’s said that this lady strictly

his body. Wearing old but

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

who 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, he even

had a general idea what was

at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close

far made it clear that the operation

only had basic mastery of shooting, so to consider dealing with a natural ‘Assassin’ was

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

Street was quiet the entire night, with

formal attire, wore his top hat, held his cane, and went all the way to Zouteland Street. He greeted Rozanne at

morning, Klein,” replied Rozanne happily. She suppressed her voice and said, “I

nab Instigator

an 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

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

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

cover her mouth. Then, she shook

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