Lord of the Mysteries

Sitting at his own dining table on a foggy morning, Klein broke up his specially bought wheat bread and soaked it in milk, improving the way he ate it.

Although his body had changed a long time ago, his pursuit and obsession with delicacies were engraved into his soul. He was completely unable to adapt to the Loen Kingdom’s monotonous and repetitive style of breakfast. He could only try his best at experimenting. He tried not to limit himself to toast, bread, bacon, sausages, and butter. He tried hard to expand the boundaries and improve the way he ate. For example, his recipes had new additions such as pork-filled pastries from the south, Feynapotter noodles, and roasted corn pastries.

“Caviar from the Feysac Empire isn’t bad either, but it’s too expensive. It’s only suitable for formal meals…” Klein scooped up a small piece of wheat bread he had softened and put it in his mouth. Just by chewing it a little, he could feel the intertwining flavors of milk with the fragrance of wheat. The aftertaste of the bread was even sweeter.

After breakfast, Klein put down his cutlery, but he was in no hurry to tidy up the table. He picked up the newspapers, and began to read.

I’ll do a divination in a while. If there’s nothing else to do, I’ll pay Mr. Leppard a visit at St. George Borough’s Sird Street and see if his new transportation vehicle is worth investing in… Backlund is really big. Every borough is almost the size of Tingen City. The East Borough is especially ridiculous. It’s at least twice as large… The easiest and most economical way to travel is to walk, followed by the steam metro, before walking again. It’s just quite a waste of time… Klein’s mind wandered aimlessly.

Backlund’s public horse carriage system was rather similar to Tingen’s. The price was about the same, but the only problem was that most of them were confined to a single borough. If one wanted to go from Cherwood to St. George, a few transfers were needed and that would naturally raise the price.

Such a situation made the prospects for a new transportation vehicle very alluring.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

At that moment, knocks on the door sounded. It was as loud as the pounding of a hammer.

Who is it… Don’t they know how to ring the doorbell… He muttered a few words, straightened his collar, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

In front of him was a familiar face. It was the highlander man who had chased Ian at the steam metro. His skin was dark, his eye sockets recessed, and he was lean and hardy man.

According to Klein’s mediumship results, the man’s name was Meursault, an “executioner” of the Zmanger gang who was almost equal to the boss.

“Excuse me, who are you looking for? Do you have a commission to entrust with me?” Klein deliberately acted somewhat confused.

Meursault was wearing a black coat and a pompous silk hat, but he didn’t look anything like a gentleman at all.

He coldly sized Klein up, then he asked in Loen, with a thick highlander accent, “Are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty?”

“Yes,” Klein replied short and sweet.

Meursault nodded his head stiffly.

“I want to hire you to find someone.”

“We can talk about the exact situation inside.” Klein prevented himself from acting odd in any way.

Meursault shook his head coldly.

“There’s no need.”

After saying that, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

“The person I’m looking for is called Ian. Ian Wright. He has a pair of bright red eyes, maybe fifteen or sixteen. He likes to wear a brown, old coat and a round hat of the same color. I believe you know him.”

Klein let out a soft chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Meursault seemed to ignore Klein’s denial. “He’s a thief who has stolen an important item from me. If you can find him, you’ll be paid at least 10 pounds.”

few clues.” Klein made

pounds.” Meursault made a

glanced at him and said, “No, this is

pounds,” Meursault

the mission.” Klein was startled for two seconds, but in the end, he still chose to

for a few seconds

He turned around abruptly and walked quickly

They actually know that Ian had come to me once… Klein secretly sighed, full of

although, it was separated by a belly… As he thought about it, his smile suddenly became brilliant. He began

The answer was positive.

…

George Borough,

from a tracked public carriage to the steam metro, before transferring to a trackless carriage, Klein

that a drizzle had already started, but he hadn’t

that ladies and gentlemen don’t carry umbrellas all the time. Klein pressed down on his half top hat and briskly ran outside Unit

droplets from his body and rang

didn’t hear any cuckoo sounds or

Klein was just about to raise his hand to knock when he suddenly

black hair and blue eyes. He was in his thirties and was dressed in grayish-blue worker attire,

The door opened. The gentleman rubbed his forehead and asked, “May I know who you are looking for? Is

took off his hat and

Mr. Leppard. I’m

eyes suddenly lit

Leppard. Come

side and allowed Klein entry. However, there was no coat rack in the

take off his coat. He followed Leppard

the coffee table in the living room alone were many mechanical objects, such as wrenches, bearings

to invest? Ah, right. Would you like some coffee or black tea? Uh…

A thought flashed through Klein’s mind, and he changed the words he planned on saying. He went straight to the point, “I’ve

make any promises without

looked around and saw a triangular Sacred Emblem hanging on

Steam and Machinery. The solid triangle was filled with symbols such as steam, gears,

wasn’t irritated by Klein’s straightforwardness. He immediately said,

as he said that, he slapped his head. “I almost forgot, we have to sign a non-disclosure agreement to ensure that you don’t steal

a very good memory either… Klein

simple contract, Leppard led Klein into a room that seemed like an activity room. He had knocked through the

that was half the height of a man, that resembled a carriage stood in

the line of the doorbell was connected there and was cleverly constructed. As long as someone pulled the rope, a steel ball would pop out from the mechanism, allowing it to roll along a special track before

loud, but it was

pointed to the crude

imagination!” He replied with a fervent look

Roselle’s imagination?” Klein asked in

number of manuscripts in which he drew his vision of the machines of the future. He was an outstanding genius, no—a master! Many things have already

for others… Klein’s mouth twitched, almost

detail.” He changed the

crude