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

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

forgetfulness unique to the Captain? I had thought that it was a problem brought

midnight oil usually leads to

what is real and what isn’t. They need to remember what isn’t part of reality…” Leonard wanted to elaborate further,

He was so pale that it made

to each other, the three grouped up silently and walked past the Smyrin Bakery before turning onto the Lower Street

ginger beer,

sides of the streets were becoming crowded. Some children were mixed in the crowd,

and was familiar with the streets, especially since he had lived in a nearby apartment in

need not

shirt and adjusted the holster of his gun, revealing his

gazes fixed on them shifted away. The pedestrians around

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

with the neighbors

the area that was had many peddlers and turned into the true Lower Street

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

begin with Mrs. Lauwis, a lady who glued matchboxes together for

forward, children who were playing in the streets and dressed in shabby clothes quickly hid by

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

faintly detect the stench of urine, sweat, and

then saw

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

in her room,” Bitsch Mountbatten said with his

All he cared about was sucking up to the three officers in front of him

paper on the right side. The corner of the room was piled full of

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

the bunk bed, her skin ice cold. It was clear that

had oily hair, looked

examine the body and ask you questions,” Bitsch

surprise,

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

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

the rest tiptoed to

patted Lauwis gently, signaling for the man to make way so that

at the sleeping man