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

room, his mind was filled with the thought

his

…

to nine, he entered

morning, Klein! I have good news!” Rozanne waved her hands excitedly from behind the

up as he asked, “We

The green-dressed

What’s

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

news,” Klein echoed

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

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

with the Captain to get an update on the situation. But he saw that Captain was busy typing telegrams, so he decided not to

the two classic gas lamps in their metal racks. He saw the ever-quiet corridor which was lit up by the light behind the

in the cold but refreshing breeze, took a

suddenly looked towards the gas lamp

made a crucial

made

gray fog the night before, Klein had seen Trissy taking a steam locomotive. Hence, he subconsciously

there were almost no steam locomotives in operation that ferried humans. Klein, who was accustomed to trains which operated at night, had instinctively missed out on

other words, it wasn’t something that happened

a scene

meant that it was going to happen that day or

paced back

room, and he saw that Leonard was reciting a poem by

Kenley, Royale, and Seeka Tron who were playing cards. He looked

it be that you want to learn tricks to entertain the ladies?” Leonard teased, putting

underground. He then looked into Klein’s eyes and said with a chuckle, “It seems like you did a successful divination

straightforwardly, “I divined that

in the West Borough, he

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 received a reliable

left the Blackthorn Security Company. After being gone for a few minutes, he returned and went into Dunn Smith’s

a sigh of relief and watched the Captain send a telegram after gathering the other Nighthawks who were playing cards. They

happened earlier, he felt conflicted. It was a 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 understand

he took off his top hat and coat, then hung them onto

Neil had just finished making himself some hand-ground coffee. He happily took a

sat down, as carefree as if he had

with a spoon of milk? You’re such a sweet tooth.

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

pushed it over and said, “Do you