Lord of the Mysteries

“No, we are not…” Klein didn’t have the chance to retort before Benson interrupted with a smile. “Although Elizabeth is indeed a little young and her family is much more outstanding than ours, I find the two of you quite suitable for each other. But you might have to wait a few more years. She is still studying at a public school and wants to enter university. Marriage should be something to consider only six to seven years later. Of course, you can get engaged sooner than that.”

… Can you guys not think that far ahead? Klein took in a deep breath.

“I do not fancy Elizabeth, or, well, more accurately, I do not fancy a girl who is younger than me by too much. I prefer girls who are more mature.”

Truthfully, I can accept anyone within a reasonable age gap, just not now… He added inwardly in exasperation.

“You like girls who are more mature?” Melissa knitted her brows. “Then you should quickly settle the issue regarding your marriage.”

Ah? Klein couldn’t understand his sister’s leap in logic. He asked in confusion, “Why?”

Melissa explained seriously, “You will be about 25 when you finish saving up for your marriage. Girls that are more mature than you will either be married or engaged when they reach that age. Do you want to chase after a widow?”

What the… Klein thought to himself in Mandarin as he wore a blank expression.

Benson smiled and refuted his sister, “Melissa, you don’t understand. In this day and age, it isn’t rare to see women in their thirties who isn’t married or engaged within the middle class. They are mostly followers of the Goddess, and all have the ability to provide for themselves. They would rather be single than stuck in a marriage that they are not satisfied with. Yes, that’s what I read from the ‘Family’ magazine.”

“Is that so?” Melissa was a sixteen-year-old girl after all. She didn’t have a great understanding concerning matters like this.

Upon seeing his siblings getting roused up from the conversation, Klein coughed and said, “What I meant by mature is their mental state. They don’t need to be older than me. Furthermore, the person that should be worried about their marriage is Benson.”

I’m sorry, Brother, I had no choice… he apologized in his heart.

“…” Melissa froze for a moment, then nodded heavily. “That’s right!”

Benson was just about to elaborate on the marital problems of the middle class when he suddenly shivered. He looked at his sister who was staring at him and said, “I am now at the cusp of a turning point in my life. I have to devote all my attention to studying. I will only be confident of chasing after my desired girl when I have found a job that I’m satisfied with and have a reasonable amount of savings. Only then will I be able to provide her with a good life.”

Klein and Melissa froze, then asked in unison, “You have a girl that you fancy?”

Benson, who had merely given a perfunctory reply, was shocked. He shook his head in a hurry.

“No! I was merely giving an example!”

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In a dark, gloomy house of Backlund, Hillston Borough.

A middle-aged man with graying hair sat silently on a rocking chair in front of an unlit fireplace with a dark colored pipe in his hand. He looked at the guest on the sofa.

building, Isengard Stanton, a private detective with notable fame. But he didn’t set up an office, merely

vest, brought the pipe to his lips

minute consultation is one pound. If I were you, I would definitely

relating to Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos and wanted to ask this detective to consolidate the habits and actions of their

Qilangos’s name and changed

documents to Isengard’s assistant, a browned-haired young man wearing

hope that you can find habits in the target’s

though she wasn’t tall, Xio Derecha had an air of

her and received the docket from his assistant. He opened the

focused on reading page after

gentleman slowly tapped on

won’t stay for long in a polluted area in Backlund, the Capital of Dust. In other words, he could

day… The most logical thing he could do is to target the vagrants that have nowhere to go. Even the police have no records of the exact number of

someone unsophisticated to search for victims that are too close to him. That isn’t consistent with your descriptions… If the target has to spend a

experienced sailor and has exceptional mobility in the water… A reasonable deduction would be that he wouldn’t be living somewhere too far away from the water.

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activity for the target. He should be living somewhere close to the Backlund Bridge area. Perhaps somewhere close to both banks of the Tussock

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the materials that you

understand all of it, his deductions seemed to make sense. Xio and Fors looked

out a bronze item from his vest pocket. It was an open paperback book. In the middle

item while softly muttering to himself, “Qilangos has

…

a particular basement of

in a chair, looking coldly at a struggling

was dressed like a sailor. His head was enveloped by a film of pale-blue water and his face was

at the film on his face with both

no longer hold his breath and

smiled, then nonchalantly clapped his

turning into

breath and coughed violently. He coughed so hard that it tugged

man to recover, Alger leaned back. He emulated the peaceful and calm tone of

reason why

details.” The pirate had completely lost the will to resist. He answered honestly, “All I know is that he might receive something that he wants. Qilangos once boasted in front of us. He said

dreaming of obtaining? Alger knitted his brows and slipped into deep

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