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

was dressed in a white shirt and black vest, brought the pipe to his lips and inhaled in an

is one pound. If

on the sofa across from him were Fors Wall and Xio Derecha. They had found materials relating to Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos and wanted to

name and changed

the folder containing the documents to Isengard’s assistant, a

can find habits in the target’s actions using the

Derecha had an air of authority

from his assistant. He

pipe and focused on reading page after page without missing

minutes later, this gentleman slowly tapped

in a polluted area in Backlund, the Capital of Dust. In other words, he could be staying at the

psychotic serial killer with the need to kill someone every other day… The most logical thing he could do is to target the

Bridge, which have the highest concentration of vagrants… It would be the act 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 large amount of time before he can find someone to murder, then he might

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

…

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

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deduce this from the materials that you

all of it, his deductions seemed to make sense. Xio and Fors looked at each other and nodded. They took

vest pocket. It was an open paperback book. In the middle of the book

rubbing the item while softly muttering to himself, “Qilangos

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particular basement of Pritz

sat in a chair, looking coldly at a

enveloped by a film of pale-blue water and his face

on his face with both hands, but all he could do

no longer hold his breath and gave a

smiled, then nonchalantly

turning into droplets that

deep breath and coughed violently. He coughed so

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

me the reason why Qilangos

but I’m not sure about the 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 that if this

he’s been dreaming of obtaining? Alger knitted his brows and

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