Lord of the Mysteries

Tingen City, 2 Daffodil Street.

Klein, who had left a note, locked the door and walked briskly towards Leonard Mitchell who was waiting by the side of the road.

Leonard’s short black hair had grown a little over the month, and the lack of any grooming made it look messy.

Despite that, his messy hair still complimented his decent looks, emerald-colored eyes, and poetic vibes. It exuded a different sense of beauty.

Indeed, any hairstyle depends on the face… Klein lampooned inwardly. He pointed in the direction of Iron Cross Street and asked, “Is Frye waiting for us there?”

“Yes.” Leonard smoothed his untucked shirt and said casually, “Did you notice any clues when you were looking at the documents?”

Klein held his cane in his left hand as he walked along the side of the road and said, “No, I cannot find anything common in their times, locations, or causes of death. You should know that any rituals involving evil gods or devils must be conducted within a certain time frame or using a special method.”

Leonard touched the custom-made revolver hidden underneath his shirt, by his waist and chuckled.

“That isn’t an absolute rule. In my experience, some evil gods or devils are easily satisfied, as long as they have a particular interest in what is being asked of them.

“Also, a good number of the deaths seem normal. We have to omit them before we can arrive at the real answer.”

Klein glanced at him and said, “That’s why the Captain asked us to investigate once more. To eliminate the normal incidents.”

“Leonard, your tone and description tell me that you have considerable experience in this area, but you have only been a member of the Nighthawks for four years, with an average of two supernatural incidents a month. Furthermore, a large number of those were simple and easy to solve.”

He always felt that Leonard Mitchell was a little weird and mysterious. Not only was he always suspicious of him, believing that there was something about him. In addition, his demeanor also changed from time to time, sometimes quiet, sometimes arrogant, sometimes flippant, sometimes staid.

“Could it be that you’ve also had a fortuitous encounter? An encounter that makes you view yourself as a star in a play?” Klein made a rough deduction based on all the movies, novels, and dramas he had watched in the past.

Upon hearing this question, Leonard laughed and said, “That’s because you’re not a full-fledged Nighthawk yet. You’re still in the training phase.

“The Holy Cathedral compiles a record of all supernatural encounters experienced by cathedrals of the different dioceses and hands it down to its members once every six months.

“Aside from your mysticism lessons, you can submit an application to the Captain and request to enter Chanis Gate to read these records.”

Klein nodded in enlightenment.

“The Captain has never mentioned this to me.”

Klein hadn’t had the opportunity to enter Chanis Gate up to this point.

“I thought that you were already used to the Captain’s style. To think that you are still naively waiting

cautious of the Captain if there ever comes

loss of control? Klein nodded, his expression serious. He then asked, “Is the forgetfulness unique to the Captain? I had thought that it was a problem brought

midnight oil usually leads to memory

what isn’t. They need to remember what isn’t part of reality…” Leonard wanted to elaborate further, but they had already arrived at Iron Cross Street and found Corpse Collector Frye waiting for them at the

leather briefcase in his hand. He was so pale that it made Klein

the three grouped up silently and walked past the Smyrin Bakery before turning

seared fish, ginger beer,

streets were becoming crowded. Some children were mixed in the crowd, coldly watching everything, placing their attention

frequently came here for cheap cooked food and was familiar with the streets, especially since he had lived in a nearby apartment in the past. He reminded the group, “Be careful of

need

pulled on his shirt and adjusted the holster of his gun, revealing his

shifted away. The pedestrians around

large steps. He lowered his head, trying hard to avoid being noticed by

Melissa still had dealings with the neighbors here. After all, they hadn’t

that was had many peddlers and turned into the true Lower

yet, there was also greed in their eyes, like vultures eyeing a meal, waiting to strike at any time.

together for a living.” Leonard flipped his notes and pointed to a place not far away, “First floor, No.

dressed in shabby clothes quickly hid by the corner of the road. They observed them with eyes

legs, thin as matchsticks.” Leonard

He could faintly detect the stench of urine, sweat, and mold, as

saw Bitsch Mountbatten who had

a brownish-yellow mustache and was envious

Lauwis to wait in her room,” Bitsch Mountbatten said with his unique,

and proper. All he cared about was sucking up to the three officers in front of him as he led them to the Lauwis family on the first

and hard paper on the right side. The corner of the room was piled full of frames for matchboxes, while an old cabinet sat on

a small amount of coal and timber occupied the two sides of the door, while the center of the room was occupied by two

her skin ice cold.

corpse sat a man in his thirties. He had oily hair, looked dispirited, and his

here to examine the body and ask you questions,” Bitsch Mountbatten

up weakly and asked in surprise, “Didn’t someone already examine the

which had visible signs of

when I tell you to! Why do you have so many questions?” Bitsch Mountbatten berated the man, then turned to Leonard, Klein, and Frye. “Officers, this is Lauwis. The person

and the rest tiptoed to the

not say anything with his cold demeanor. Instead, he patted Lauwis gently, signaling for the man to make way so that he could examine

sleeping