Lord of the Mysteries

In the basement of Saint Selena Cathedral, in the guardroom outside Chanis Gate.

Leonard Mitchell was leaning on the back of his chair, his legs were propped up on the table. His eyes were vacant without any focus.

Even though he had been healed using ritualistic magic, he still looked terrible, as if he had obtained reprieve from a severe illness without fully recovering.

At the moment, the powerful Beyonders sent by the Holy Cathedral were creating another seal behind the Chanis Gate since the ashes of Saint Selena was lost. They had conflicting opinions; some wanting to fill in the gap of power using a new holy item, while the others believed that there was no need to go through all the trouble. After all, to the Church of the Evernight Goddess, holy items were rare and incredibly precious. What they suggested was lowering the presence of the Nighthawks in Tingen and transferring the artifacts with living characteristics or difficult-to-seal artifacts to the headquarters at the Cathedral of Serenity in Backlund’s diocese, only leaving behind those that could be controlled more easily.

They intended to send a telegram to propose a meeting of the higher-ups, to get a vote from the archbishops and high-ranking deacons.

Leonard was uninterested in this debate. He felt as if he had become a living corpse, with no sorrow, grief, agitation, or excitement. He was abnormally numb. He didn’t want to face anyone. All he wanted was to stay alone in the corner.

Occasionally, he would feel puzzled about why the “murderer” would only take away Klein’s Beyonder characteristic and leave Captain Dunn Smith’s one intact.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Footsteps reverberated in the corridor. Seeka Tron, whose right arm had been bandaged, appeared at the door of the guardroom.

While Klein and the others were attacking Megose and attempting to save Tingen City, she and the Keepers within Chanis Gate were doing battle against a portion of the Sealed Artifacts. If it wasn’t for the timely arrival of the members of the Mandated Punishers and the Machinery Hivemind, or the eventual arrival of the reinforcements from the Holy Cathedral, she also might’ve lost her life.

But even so, the elderly Keeper failed to last untill the end. He fought to his death, under the call of duty.

“Leonard, I found an unencrypted telegram in the Captain’s office. It was sent over by the Holy Cathedral,” Seeka Tron said.

Leonard’s green eyes moved slightly, finally coming to life. He faintly recalled the sound of a new telegram coming in, but the battle was about to begin. He and Klein didn’t have the time to pay attention to it.

“What does it say?” Leonard noticed that his tone was unusually raspy.

The white-haired and black-eyed Seeka Tron replied without hesitation, “Beware of Ince Zangwill. Beware of Sealed Artifact 0-08.”

“Ince Zangwill, the archbishop that betrayed the Church, the Gatekeeper who failed his advancement… Sealed Artifact 0-08, an ordinary looking quill…” Leonard muttered at first as he searched his memories, then he tilted his head to the side.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, the dispirited feelings and sadness disappeared from his body.

“So that’s how it was…” Leonard pulled his feet back and stood up, his green eyes burning with a passion.

He looked at Seeka Tron and said, “I intend to apply to join the Red Gloves.”

The Red Gloves was a code name for the elite team of Nighthawks. Under normal circumstances, Nighthawk teams were situated locally and had regions under their jurisdiction. They were not permitted to capture criminals outside of their area of jurisdiction without permission. As such, some evildoers would change their location after every crime, making it terribly inconvenient for the Nighthawks.

To deal with this, the Church of the Evernight Goddess set up the Red Gloves. They were carefully selected elites, some even possessing incomplete holy items. Their mission was to reinforce Nighthawk teams that had called for help, as well as track down and arrest evildoers without any restrictions.

In some circles, they were also called “Pursuers” or “Hunting Dogs.”

“Red Gloves? But their lowest requirement is Sequence 7… Besides, the dangers the Red Gloves face are many times higher than an ordinary Nighthawk Squad,” Seeka Tron said in concern and doubt.

Leonard smiled coldly.

“I’m close to advancing soon.”

clenched his teeth

I want revenge!

until

have guessed Leonard’s thoughts. She sighed. “Almost half of our team will be

teeth

“Yes.” Seeka nodded indiscernibly.

stepped towards the

“I’ll notify their families.”

deal with the scene I don’t want to deal with

I’ll do it…

…

on the sofa, inspecting the three tickets in her hands.

sitting beside her, observing his sister

heard the doorbell. Ding dong,

glanced at their busy maid Bella, then she took the three tickets with her and stood up,

face no longer skinny. The color of her skin

Melissa froze for a moment. She didn’t recognize

green eyes. He looked handsome, but his face

you are?” Melissa

He said in a raspy voice, “I’m a colleague of

beat. She instinctively tiptoed to look behind Leonard but didn’t notice

a strange quiver in her voice, “Where’s

brother Klein died at the hands of an evil criminal while he was trying to save others. He’s a hero, a true

eyes slowly, her body shaking indiscernibly. The three tickets in her hands dropped helplessly

upward, revealing the name

…

in the Moretti family’s living room, Leonard didn’t

stop scenes of what they looked like from flashing through

had her eyes wide open. She didn’t speak, and her eyes were unfocused. Her silence

posture, but he would slip into

The Blackthorn Security Company, the police department, and those that he helped have promised a bereavement compensation

voice was hoarse as he asked, “Where’s his body? I’m asking

his lips

can we

You can see him now,” Leonard

moved his rigid lips with great

reply, he quickly entered the bathroom and slammed the door

and turned on the

down and repeatedly splashed water onto his

came to a sudden stop. Nothing changed for a long time, leaving

later, Benson lifted his head and looked into the mirror. He saw that his face was covered in water droplets, the redness in his eyes was impossible to

…

later, in a corner of

gathered before a new tombstone. On it was Klein’s black-and-white photograph,