Lord of the Mysteries

“Did you see a teenage boy? He’s wearing an old coat!” One of the men who dashed into the carriage asked the conductor fiercely.

Klein glanced at the man through the corner of his eyes. He was thin and hardy; his skin a dark shade from prolonged exposure to the sun. His eyes were much more recessed than the typical Loen Kingdom citizen.

A highlander? Or a mixed blood? He nodded thoughtfully.

In the middle of the Northern Continent, the point where the Hornacis mountain range began, there was a highland which was extremely hot and dry. Most of it belonged under the Feynapotter Kingdom, while the area west belonged to the Intis Republic. The area to the east belonged to the Loen Kingdom. Its natives were thin and barbarians, but they were brave and skillful in warfare. A long time ago, they posed as one of the biggest problems for the three nations. But with the advancement of gunpowder, and the changes in the way war was carried out, these highlanders eventually recognized reality and submitted.

A large number of them left the highlands and entered Backlund, Trier, Feynapotter City, and the various flourishing cities or ports in the Northern Continent. Some were workers, while others became grunts of the local triads. They dared to kill and showed no fear of thorny situations.

The conductor was a man in his twenties. He shrank back when he heard that as he pointed in the direction of the third-class carriage.

“I saw him… He went that way.”

The leader, wearing a black coat and half top hat, nodded indiscernibly. He led his men and rushed to the third-class carriage and showed no concern towards the surrounding passengers.

If I were that boy, I would’ve already alighted from the third-class carriage… As Klein read his newspaper, he began letting his thoughts stray.

About a minute later, the train whistled as the carriage doors closed.

Chug! Chug! The steam metro began speeding up as it cruised along. But at that moment, Klein suddenly sensed something as he looked up to see the door leading to the other second-class carriages.

The teenage boy walked slowly into the carriage wearing his old coat and round top hat while carrying a ragged haversack.

He looked adolescent and had refined facial features. His red eyes were staid and solemn.

… Impressive. He alighted from the third-class carriage and circled around to enter from the first-class carriage again? Was he afraid that his pursuers had partners waiting inside the metro station? Klein was slightly surprised. He felt that the boy’s handling of the situation was rather mature and careful. He was much better than most people in their twenties.

He clicked this left molar lightly and secretly activated his Spirit Vision. He scanned the boy and saw that he was in a state of fatigue. His emotions were tense and he was dispirited. However, he still maintained a blueness that represented calm thinking.

Impressive… at his age… Klein mumbled silently as he lowered his head and continued reading his papers.

The boy didn’t notice that he had been scrutinized by a Beyonder as he headed for the third-class carriage once again.

The rest of the journey happened stably and calmly. Klein arrived twenty minutes later at one of the three train stations in Cherwood Borough.

He took a rented carriage for nearly ten minutes before finding Minsk Street. According to the descriptions in the papers, he came to Unit 17 which was next to Unit 15 and pulled the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

As sounds reverberated inside the house, a mechanical bird that didn’t look too fancy popped out from above the door. It was about the size of a palm and was made up of gears and other parts. It constantly nodded its head and let out the sound of a cuckoo bird.

Not a bad toy. It’s just not very well-crafted… Klein made an objective assessment.

open. A young maidservant dressed in white and black looked warily at Klein and asked, “May I help

smiled and waved his cane which was now wrapped with the

to find Mrs. Sammer about renting a house. I’m guessing it hasn’t

on the

all. Please wait a moment.”

she came out again and ushered him in. She then helped him place his cane and luggage in the foyer and hung his coat

scanned the area and first

room was rather big. It was nearly equivalent to the entire Moretti’s first

sofa and said to her mistress in a pale yellow

and blue eyes. She looked rather pretty and had preserved her youthfulness well. She held a silver-inlaid feathered royal

made for a warm environment, she didn’t wear anything around her neck, revealing her

there, Mrs. Sammer.” Klein pressed one palm to his chest

Sammer smiled in a reserved

Please, have a seat. Do you wish for some coffee

on the sofa and answered

She then turned her eyes to Klein and asked, “How might I address

call me Sherlock.” Klein had long thought of

of a fragrance from the kitchen and saw complicated

his actual job is a manager at the Coim Company, he’s a machinery enthusiast. He’s also a member of the Kingdom’s Soot Reduction Association.” Mrs. Sammer noticed

into such detail. I’m not here on a blind date with your husband… Klein lampooned

Unit 15 doesn’t have such pipes, reclining chairs, card tables,

the things in her house as she introduced them, one after another. After she was done,

a plantation at Balam. However, I don’t agree with their choice. This is just

nodded sincerely and said, “Apart from the

satisfied Mrs. Sammer greatly as her eyes

house still has a three years lease. I wish for you to pay a year’s rent at once. 18 soli a week. The use of the furniture will cost 1 soli. I

his head

time. To pay

East Borough. He would use it to change his clothes, undergo disguises, and

asked, “Have you studied at grammar

said, “Yes, I later self-studied

you have any identification with you?” asked

Heh, heh, I

Captain Dunn Smith. The

cup of black tea over. The

sweetness were perfect, and it was clearly much

He complimented with a description which couldn’t

and said, “Then, let’s

idle chatter with

Klein counted 25 pounds