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!”

reason is due to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did not

near the Divination Club.

“It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I

girl to occasionally shop at a department store.” Klein laughed as

second floor, hoping to wash

a change of clothes, he

few seconds later, Benson stepped out while drying

new dress?” He shot a

where it was done…” Klein thought for a moment as he

and

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

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

busy in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would feel much better

was suddenly enlightened as he gave his brother a knowing

appearance. There’s no need to

faintly

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

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

puzzlement, Klein wiped dry his body. Wearing old but comfortable shirt and trousers, he came down

any strangers. He asked,

policemen in charge of Iron Cross Street. He asked if we met an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy

had a general idea

escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street; therefore, the police were

go this far made it clear that the operation of

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

kept worrying that the Instigator would infiltrate their house to hide, causing

night, with the morning sun rays dispersing

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

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

Instigator Tris?” Klein

for additional Beyonders and another Special Operations squad from

with tracking abilities, such as me.” Klein

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

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

to cover her mouth. Then,

Nighthawks. We traced the injured Tris to Iron Cross Street’s Lower Street. We found his temporary residence, but the clues ended