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.

young maidservant dressed in

cane which was now wrapped with

Mrs. Sammer about renting a house.

full name on the newspaper was Stelyn

at all. Please wait a moment.” The maidservant

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

brought in. He scanned the area and first saw a uniquely designed

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

to the sofa and said to her mistress in a pale yellow dress, “Madam, the

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

made for a warm environment, she didn’t wear anything around her neck, revealing her white bosom and shiny long

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

Sammer smiled in a reserved

a seat. Do you wish

sat on the sofa and

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

Sherlock.” Klein had long thought

a fragrance from

those are my husband’s designs. Although 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 Klein’s gaze and

to go into such detail. I’m not here on a blind date with your husband… Klein lampooned as he said without his smile waning, “Mrs. Sammer, I wish to rent the Unit

you of certain things. Unit

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

elder sister and brother-in-law, but due to a business failure, my brother-in-law had no choice but to move to the Southern Continent. They have a plantation at Balam. However, I don’t agree with their choice. This

and said, “Apart from the weather, there’s no place

agreement satisfied Mrs. Sammer greatly as her eyes

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

his head

to tell that I just arrived in Backlund. I don’t know what will happen to me in time. To pay

He would use it to change his clothes, undergo disguises, and shirk off any tailing. It

and asked,

“Yes, I later self-studied

you have any identification with you?”

Heh, heh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m from Midseashire.” Klein deliberately used the accent his classmate, Welch, often

said “forgot,” it reminded him of Captain Dunn

this moment, the maidservant, Julianne, brought a cup of black tea over. The

found the fragrance distant. The mix of sourness and sweetness were perfect, and it was clearly much better than the

authentic Marquis Black Tea.” He complimented

Sammer curled her lips and said, “Then, let’s do half a year’s rent. 25

of idle chatter with her until

the contract, Klein counted 25 pounds while feeling the pinch and pushed it