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!”

Klein did not reproach Melissa for deciding things for herself. Instead, he said with a

was at Howes Street, near the Divination Club. It

a loss for words. It took her a long while before she said, “It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I

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

some idle talk, he briskly walked to the second floor, hoping to wash

about to return to his bedroom to get a change of clothes,

stepped out while drying his

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

it was done…” Klein

chortled and shook his

of an elder brother. 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 and has refused to take it

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

scorching the past few days. She was busy in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she

enlightened as he

person you are, Melissa… There’s nothing wrong with a girl caring for her appearance. There’s no need to find

Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs.

collecting coins for the gas meter come

That can’t be. It’s said that this lady strictly abides by the etiquette of middle-class

Wearing old but comfortable shirt and trousers, he came down

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

“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 gave us a sketch to identify. Unfortunately, neither one of us have seen him, or we would have received

Klein had a general idea what

close to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street; therefore, the police were making visits

go this far made it clear that the

begin combat training. He only had basic mastery of shooting, so to consider

did not sleep well that night. He kept worrying that the Instigator would infiltrate their house to hide,

with the morning sun rays dispersing all

top hat, held his cane, and went all the

her voice and said, “I heard the huge

to nab Instigator Tris?”

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

times, they need a Beyonder with tracking abilities,

of trackers back

saw the captain wearing his black windbreaker. He was glaring right at her with his deep pair of gray eyes

mouth. Then, she shook her

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