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.

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

“We must be cautious of the Captain if

his expression serious. He then asked, “Is the forgetfulness unique to the Captain? I had thought that it was a problem brought about by

the midnight oil usually leads

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

his hand. He was so pale that it made Klein suspect if he would soon collapse at anytime. His

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

selling clam soup, seared fish, ginger beer, and fruits were shouting hysterically for attention, causing the pedestrians to involuntarily

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

frequently came here for cheap cooked food and was familiar with the streets, especially since he had

need not mind

on his shirt and adjusted the holster of his

all the gazes fixed on them shifted away.

froze for a moment, then caught up to Leonard and Frye with large steps. He lowered his head, trying hard to avoid being noticed

with the neighbors

had many peddlers and turned into the true

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

yesterday. We’ll begin with Mrs. Lauwis, a lady who glued matchboxes together for a living.” Leonard

children who were playing in the streets and dressed in shabby clothes quickly hid by the corner of the road. They observed them with

legs, thin as matchsticks.” Leonard

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

nose. He then saw

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

wait in her room,” Bitsch Mountbatten

All he cared about was sucking up to the three officers in front of him as he led them to the Lauwis

was a bunk 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 of frames for matchboxes, while an old cabinet sat on the left, acting as a storage space for both clothes 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 mattresses. A man was sleeping under a torn

bed, her skin ice cold. It was clear that she had lost all signs

He had oily hair, looked dispirited, and his eyes

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

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

dressed in a grayish-blue worker’s uniform 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 on the bed

to the

high-nosed, thin-lipped Frye did not say anything with his cold demeanor. Instead, he patted Lauwis gently, signaling for the man to make

looked at the sleeping man