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.

you were already used to the Captain’s style. To think that you

“We must be cautious of the Captain if there ever comes a day when he remembers

then asked, “Is the forgetfulness unique to the Captain?

the midnight oil usually leads to memory

dreams and reality intertwined, it’s often hard for a person to differentiate between what is real and 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 public

that it made Klein suspect if he would soon collapse at anytime. His icy aura made everyone else waiting

nodding to each other, the three grouped up silently and walked past

were immediately faced with a din. Merchants selling clam soup, seared fish, ginger beer,

were becoming crowded. Some children were mixed in

familiar with the streets, especially since he had lived in a nearby apartment in the past.

need

pulled on his shirt and adjusted the holster of his

them shifted away. The pedestrians around them instinctively

up to Leonard and Frye with large steps. He lowered his head, trying hard

the neighbors here. After

past the area that was had many peddlers and turned

were cautious of strangers wearing bright and beautiful clothes; yet, there was also greed in their eyes, like

a lady who glued matchboxes together for a living.” Leonard flipped his notes and pointed to a place not far

streets and dressed in shabby clothes quickly hid by the corner of the road.

their arms and legs, thin as matchsticks.” Leonard sighed. He entered building No.

of numerous scents entered Klein’s nostrils. He could faintly detect the stench of urine, sweat, and mold, as well

but pinch his nose. He then saw Bitsch Mountbatten who had been waiting there

Mountbatten had a brownish-yellow mustache and

asked Lauwis to wait in her room,”

Klein, who now looked more energized and proper. All he cared about was sucking up to the three officers in front of him as he led them to the

The corner of the room was piled full of frames for matchboxes, while an old cabinet sat on the left, acting as

sides of the door, while the center of the room was occupied by two dirty mattresses. A man was sleeping under a torn blanket, leaving no space for anyone

lay on the lower level of the bunk bed, her skin ice cold.

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

body and ask you

and asked in surprise, “Didn’t someone

a grayish-blue worker’s uniform which had visible signs of

you have so many questions?” Bitsch Mountbatten berated the man, then turned to Leonard, Klein, and Frye. “Officers, this is Lauwis. The person on the bed is his wife, who is also the deceased. According to our preliminary analysis,

to the edge of the

did not say anything with his cold demeanor. Instead, he patted Lauwis gently, signaling for

at the sleeping man and