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.

the Captain’s style. To think that you are still naively waiting

that, he added meaningfully, “We must be cautious of the Captain if

expression serious. He then asked, “Is the forgetfulness unique to the Captain? I had

the midnight oil usually leads to

With 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,

was wearing a round black hat and a windbreaker of a similar color with a leather briefcase in his hand. He was so pale that it made

the three grouped up silently and walked past the Smyrin

soup, seared fish, ginger beer, and fruits were shouting hysterically

Street, and the sides of the streets were becoming crowded.

he had lived in a nearby apartment in the past.

need not

the

them shifted away. The pedestrians

then caught up to Leonard and Frye with large steps. He lowered his head, trying hard to avoid being noticed by anyone

the neighbors here. After all, they hadn’t moved too far

was had many peddlers and turned into the true Lower Street of Iron Cross

strangers wearing bright and beautiful clothes; yet, there was also

matchboxes together for a living.”

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

legs, thin as matchsticks.” Leonard sighed. He entered building

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

nose. He then saw Bitsch Mountbatten who had

had a brownish-yellow mustache and was envious of Leonard’s rank

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

up to the

bed laid upright inside the room and a desk filled with glue and hard paper on the right side. The corner of the room was piled full

amount of coal and timber occupied the two sides of the door, while the center of the room

the lower level of the bunk bed, her skin ice cold. It was clear that she had

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

to examine the body and ask you questions,” Bitsch Mountbatten shouted, without any

man looked up weakly and asked in surprise,

was dressed in a grayish-blue worker’s uniform which

the man, then turned to Leonard, Klein, and Frye. “Officers, this is Lauwis. The person on the bed is

and the rest tiptoed to the

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

at the sleeping man and asked,