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!”

Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did not reproach Melissa for deciding things for herself. Instead, he said

Street, near the Divination

her a long while before she said, “It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually

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

floor, hoping

to get a change of clothes, he suddenly heard sounds coming

out while drying

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

All I did was ask where it was done…” Klein thought for a moment

immediately chortled and shook his

unbecoming of an elder brother. When Melissa received the dress, she couldn’t bear putting it down. After rushing to cook and wash the

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

the past few days. She was busy in the kitchen for a

enlightened as he gave his brother a

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

was showering, Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs.

of collecting coins for the gas meter come only once

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

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

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

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

general idea what was

at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street; therefore,

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

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 ‘Assassin’ was simply using his

well that night. He kept worrying that the Instigator

the entire night, with the morning

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

suppressed her voice and said, “I heard the

nab Instigator Tris?”

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

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

lack of trackers back then.” Dunn Smith’s

her head abruptly and saw the captain wearing his black windbreaker. He was glaring right at

Then,

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.