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

near the Divination Club. It was somewhere

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

a girl to occasionally shop at a

the second floor,

return to his bedroom to get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard sounds

seconds later, Benson stepped out while drying his gradually receding

He shot a glance at

was ask where it was done…” Klein thought for a

and shook his

down. After rushing to cook and wash the dishes, she immediately

after showering? She can wash and starch the clothes while doing so… Klein subconsciously

the past few days. She was busy in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would feel much better doing her

as he gave his brother a

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

he was showering, Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs. He immediately

worker who’s in charge of collecting coins for the gas meter come only once every

this lady strictly abides by the etiquette of middle-class society.

his body. Wearing old but comfortable

did not notice any strangers. He

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,

general idea

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

made it clear that the operation of nabbing the

the situation. He had yet to begin combat training. He only had basic mastery of shooting, so to

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

night, with the morning

held his cane, and went all

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

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 alarming the commoners. Unfortunately, that Instigator was extremely sharp.

Beyonder with tracking

was no lack of trackers back

windbreaker. He was glaring right at her with his deep pair of gray eyes

hands to cover her mouth. Then, she shook her head incessantly, expressing her

“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