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!”

girl… Sis, I know that at least half the reason is due to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did not reproach Melissa for deciding things for herself. Instead, he said with a smile,

Street, near the Divination Club.

Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually prefer gears more.

occasionally shop at a

talk, he briskly walked to the second floor, hoping to wash away the repulsive mixed smells from the

change of clothes, he suddenly

later, Benson stepped out while drying his gradually

Did you compliment Melissa’s new dress?” He

did was ask where it was done…” Klein thought

chortled and shook

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

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

Klein was suddenly enlightened as

caring for her appearance. There’s no need to find excuses… The corners of

Klein faintly heard knocking

for the

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

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

but did not notice any strangers. He asked, “Was someone

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

general idea what

Bar at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron

it clear that

yet to begin combat training. He only had basic mastery of shooting, so to consider dealing with a natural ‘Assassin’ was

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

the entire night, with the

attire, wore his top hat, held his cane, and went

morning, Klein,” replied Rozanne happily. She suppressed her voice and said, “I heard the huge operation last night

operation to nab Instigator Tris?” Klein asked in

nodded heavily. She shot a glance at the partition and said, “Apparently an 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

Beyonder with tracking abilities, such as me.” Klein

was no lack of trackers back

was glaring right at her with his deep pair

her hands to cover her mouth. Then, she shook

and us Nighthawks. We traced the injured Tris to Iron Cross Street’s Lower