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.

he didn’t stay above the gray fog any longer but enveloped himself with his

his room, his mind was filled with

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

…

twenty minutes to nine, he entered

I have good news!” Rozanne waved her hands excitedly from behind

up as he

is she?” The green-dressed Rozanne

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

“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 be clerks here! I finally don’t need to frequently

great news,” Klein echoed

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

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

the Captain to get an update on the situation. But he saw that Captain was busy typing telegrams, so he decided not to disturb him. He could ask the Captain

lamps in their metal racks. He saw the ever-quiet

cold but refreshing breeze, took a few

towards the gas lamp and his eyebrows gradually

had made

mistake that could only be made by someone

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

grew dark, there were almost no steam locomotives in operation that ferried humans. Klein, who was accustomed to trains

it wasn’t something that happened last

scene from the

was going to happen that day or the day

he paced back and forth. Then he went upstairs

opened the door to the entertainment room, and he saw that Leonard was reciting a poem by the window, looking

were playing cards. He looked towards Leonard and said, “I have

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

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

further but said straightforwardly, “I divined that Trissy

West Borough, he didn’t

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

went upstairs and left the Blackthorn Security Company. After being gone for a

the Captain send a telegram after gathering the other Nighthawks who were

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 this lesson more,

and entering the duty room, he took off his

Neil had just finished making himself some hand-ground coffee. He happily took a sip and asked, “Would

sat down, as carefree

and frowned, quipping, “Still three cubes of sugar with a spoon of milk? You’re such a sweet tooth. This is

steak or roasted meat, I prefer rose salt, black pepper, fennel, and other condiments.” Klein always believed that

He pushed it over and said, “Do you want