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!”

frugal 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

at Howes Street, near the Divination Club. It was somewhere

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

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

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

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

few seconds later, Benson stepped out while drying his

He shot a glance at Klein

I forgot. All I did was ask where it was done…” Klein thought for

chortled and

dress, she couldn’t bear putting it down. After rushing to cook and wash the dishes, she

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

in the kitchen for a long time, so I believe she would

enlightened as he gave his brother a knowing

for her appearance. There’s no need

Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs. He immediately

the worker who’s in charge of collecting coins for

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

wiped dry his body. Wearing old but comfortable shirt and

any strangers. He asked, “Was someone at the door just

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.

general idea what

harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street

that the operation of nabbing the Instigator had

He only had basic mastery of shooting, so to consider dealing with a natural ‘Assassin’ was simply using his

He kept worrying that the Instigator

Street was quiet the entire night, with

his top hat, held his cane, and went all the way to Zouteland

Klein,” replied Rozanne happily. She suppressed her voice and said,

operation to nab Instigator Tris?” Klein asked

Special Operations squad from the police to

they need a Beyonder with tracking

lack of trackers back then.” Dunn Smith’s voice

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

her mouth. Then, she shook her head incessantly, expressing her futile

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