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!”

know that at least half the reason is due to your pity of Mrs. Rochelle… Klein did

at Howes Street, near the Divination Club. It was

loss for words. It took her a long while before she said, “It was Selena and Elizabeth. They insisted I accompany them. Actually, well—I actually prefer gears more.

girl to occasionally shop at a department

floor, hoping to wash away the repulsive mixed smells from the

a change of

few seconds later, Benson stepped out while drying his gradually receding

you compliment Melissa’s new dress?” He shot a

All I did was ask where it was done…”

and shook

unbecoming 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

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

Benson sighed. “It’s been scorching the past few days. She was busy in the kitchen for a long time,

Klein was suddenly enlightened as he

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

showering, Klein faintly

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

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

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

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

with a smile, “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

had a general idea what

escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street; therefore,

that the

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’

not sleep well that night. He kept worrying that

night, with the morning sun rays dispersing all

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

her voice and said, “I heard the

nab Instigator Tris?” Klein

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

with tracking

trackers back then.” Dunn Smith’s

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

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

to Iron Cross Street’s Lower Street. We found his temporary residence, but the clues