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!”

frugal girl… Sis, I know that at least half the reason is due to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did not reproach Melissa for

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

said, “It was Selena and Elizabeth.

shop at a department store.” Klein laughed as

floor, hoping

bedroom to get a change of

few seconds later, Benson stepped out while drying his gradually

compliment Melissa’s new dress?” He shot a

where it was done…” Klein thought for a moment

chortled and shook his

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

starch the clothes while doing so… Klein subconsciously refuted with the explanation that Melissa

few days. She was busy in the kitchen for a long time,

was suddenly enlightened as he gave

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

Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs.

collecting coins for the gas

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

old but

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

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.

had a general idea

harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross

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

not bother himself with the situation. He had yet to begin combat training. He only had basic mastery of shooting, so

sleep well that night. He kept worrying that the Instigator would infiltrate their house to hide, causing another

Daffodil Street was quiet the entire night, with the morning

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

her voice and said, “I heard the huge operation last

nab Instigator Tris?” Klein

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 alarming the commoners. Unfortunately, that Instigator was extremely

need a Beyonder with tracking abilities, such

was no lack of trackers back

windbreaker. He was glaring right at her with

her mouth. Then, she

to 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