Lord of the Mysteries

Sis, you worry too much, no—you’re just so meticulous! Klein was suddenly energized. He smiled and said, “Melissa, your concern is very reasonable. It’s true that I’m actually a little hungry. Yeah, let me change and take a shower.”

Although his mouth was already watering, it was even more important to confirm Instigator Trissy’s whereabouts!

No one knew what insane measures that bastard would take in order to exact revenge on society!

“Okay.” Melissa didn’t lift her head but continued her revision.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Klein ran to the second floor and entered his bedroom.

He locked the door, took off his jacket, and armpit holster. Then, he took out a simple silver knife from the drawer.

After sealing his room with a spirituality wall, he took a breath, steadied his emotions, and walked four steps counterclockwise.

After the usual incantation, Klein appeared once again in the lofty palace above the gray fog. He was getting used to the mad ravings that he heard during the transportation process.

Having completed a few rituals that day, he massaged his temples as he was slightly tired. He willed a piece of brown goatskin to appear on the long bronze table.

Klein thought seriously, then wrote down the divination statement: “Trissy’s whereabouts.”

He wasn’t sure if the name was written correctly, but he could use the girl’s appearance and other detailed information as a guide as well.

He held the goatskin and leaned back into the chair. He recalled the things related to Trissy in his head, then recited the divination statement seven times.

He emptied his mind, closed his eyes, and entered a dream state with the aid of Cogitation.

In the illusory scene amidst the fog, he saw a steam engine that spurted dense smoke and sparks. He also saw the rows of leather seats in a clean train carriage.

The gentle and sweet-looking Trissy with her round face and long eyes sat near a window. There was a checkered fishnet hat on the table before her.

Klein made repeated attempts to confirm the train number, but he failed to discern it.

Soon, he couldn’t stand the pressure and left his dream. The long bronze table and illusory crimson stars appeared before his eyes again.

“I could only confirm that Trissy took the steam locomotive and left Tingen. There weren’t any more clues… Sigh, it seems like this mysterious space only helps me eliminate interferences, but it doesn’t do much to enhance the standard of my divinations…” Klein rapped the edge of the table and thought about his next step.

Through the divination, he could be entirely certain that the target had once been Instigator Tris. The new Trissy, however, was already fleeing Tingen. Given the circumstances, he didn’t think his new divination would help Dunn.

Klein quickly made a decision. “Captain already said that he would send a telegram to Backlund, Enmat Harbor, and other main stops along the railway, so they Trissy will be placed on the wanted list throughout the country. I won’t report the divination result then, in case it would draw suspicion towards me…” Klein quickly made up his mind, because regardless of his warning, Dunn was already using the most appropriate measures to follow up on the matter.

Since he couldn’t see the train number in the dream divination, using the spirit pendulum and other methods would be equally ineffective, even if he attempted to do so by process of elimination.

It was just like the situation with the red chimney.

felt mentally drained, so he didn’t stay above the gray fog any longer but enveloped himself with his spirituality and simulated the feeling of

mind was filled with the thought of tasty, glistening

fennel… Praise the Lady!” Klein swallowed his saliva, swiftly removed

…

twenty minutes to nine, he entered the Blackthorn Security Company with his cane

Rozanne waved her hands

lit up as he asked, “We

she?” The

know her. What’s the good news?” Klein redirected the

a glowing smile, “The Captain’s request has been approved. The police department is going to transfer two police staff members who have come across supernatural incidents to

great news,” Klein echoed

exchanging a few more pleasantries with Rozanne, he went through the partition and went underground. He planned

head in and looked around. He saw that Dunn, Leonard, and the rest were still there. It meant that the search and elimination investigation the night before had failed to return anything worthwhile. The rest would be handed over to the police department, so that they could take care of

an update on the situation. But he saw that

stairs and saw the two classic gas lamps in their metal racks. He saw the ever-quiet corridor which

breeze, took

towards the gas lamp and his eyebrows gradually

made a crucial

only be made by someone with knowledge

Klein had seen Trissy taking a steam locomotive. Hence, he subconsciously believed that it was something happening at

or similar equipment. When the sky grew dark, there were almost no steam locomotives in operation that ferried humans. Klein,

it wasn’t something that happened last

scene from

that it was going to happen that

heartstrings tightened and he paced back and forth. Then

and he saw that Leonard was reciting a

He looked towards Leonard and said, “I have a

learn tricks to entertain the ladies?” Leonard teased, putting down Selected Poems by

and followed Klein halfway down the stairs that led underground. He then looked into Klein’s eyes and said with a chuckle, “It seems like you did a successful divination last

straightforwardly, “I divined that Trissy

their conversation at the workhouse in the West Borough, he didn’t mind appearing

is at seven in the morning…” Leonard took out his pocket watch from his shirt and flipped it open to take a glance. “No time to waste! I’ll tell the Captain that I

left the Blackthorn Security Company. After being gone for a few

send a telegram after gathering the other Nighthawks who were

different lesson than the one he received from the death of the suited clown. He had committed a mistake with similar characteristics which made him seem to

the armory and entering the duty room, he took off his top hat and coat, then hung them onto the clothes

coffee. He happily took a sip and

carefree as if he had returned

a spoon of milk? You’re such a sweet tooth. This is harmful to your

no, I only like it sweet when I’m drinking coffee. When I have grilled steak or roasted meat, I prefer rose salt, black pepper, fennel, and other condiments.” Klein always believed that he was a

Neil finished the coffee quickly. He pushed it over and said, “Do you want to