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.

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

meaningfully, “We must be cautious of the Captain if there ever comes a

Klein nodded, his expression serious. He then asked, “Is the forgetfulness

oil usually leads to memory

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

He was so pale that it made Klein suspect if he would soon

and walked past the Smyrin Bakery before turning onto the Lower Street of Iron

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

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

food and was familiar with the streets, especially since he had lived in a nearby apartment in the past. He reminded the

need

adjusted the holster of his gun, revealing

all the gazes fixed on them shifted away.

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

with the neighbors

had many peddlers and turned

were all dressed in old, ragged clothes. They were cautious of strangers wearing bright and beautiful clothes; yet, there was also greed in their eyes, like vultures eyeing a meal, waiting to strike at any time. But Leonard’s revolver

death from yesterday. We’ll begin with Mrs. Lauwis, a lady who glued matchboxes together for a living.” Leonard flipped his notes and

shabby clothes

and legs, thin as matchsticks.” Leonard sighed.

detect the stench of urine, sweat, and mold, as

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

a brownish-yellow mustache and was envious

in her room,” Bitsch Mountbatten said

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 Lauwis family on the first

the room and a desk filled with glue 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 the left, acting

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

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

thirties. He had oily hair, looked dispirited, and his eyes had

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

weakly and asked in surprise, “Didn’t

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

man, then turned to Leonard, Klein, and Frye. “Officers, this is Lauwis.

rest tiptoed to the edge

his cold demeanor. Instead, he patted Lauwis gently, signaling for the man to make way so that he could examine

at the sleeping man and asked, “This