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.”

clues.” Klein

pounds.” Meursault made

glanced at him and said, “No, this is against my

pounds,” Meursault replied

mission.” Klein was startled for two seconds, but in

slowly for a few seconds as his eyes

farewell. He turned around abruptly and walked quickly to the end of the

gang has pretty good intelligence… They actually know that Ian had come to me once… Klein secretly sighed, full of emotion, but he didn’t

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

The answer was positive.

…

Borough,

the steam metro, before transferring to a trackless carriage, Klein finally arrived

after he alighted the carriage, he discovered that a drizzle had already started, but he

that ladies and gentlemen don’t carry umbrellas all the time. Klein pressed down on his half top hat and briskly ran outside Unit 9 and used the eaves

brushed off the obvious water droplets from his body and rang the

he didn’t hear any cuckoo sounds or

about to raise his hand to knock when he suddenly saw footsteps

and blue eyes. He was in his thirties and was dressed

door opened. The gentleman rubbed his forehead and asked, “May I know

off his hat

Leppard. I’m interested in his new

gentleman’s eyes suddenly lit

Leppard. Come in,

allowed Klein entry. However,

lean his cane and not take off his coat. He followed Leppard into

the gentleman’s house was very messy. On the coffee table in the living room alone were many mechanical objects, such as wrenches,

do you wish to invest? Ah, right. Would you like some coffee or black tea? Uh… it seems I’m out of black tea…” Leppard

and doesn’t seem to be very good at interpersonal relationships… A thought flashed through Klein’s mind, and he changed the words he planned on

any promises without understanding

he looked around and saw a triangular Sacred

symbol of the God of Steam and Machinery. The solid triangle was filled

by Klein’s straightforwardness.

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

the simple contract, Leppard led Klein into a room that seemed like an activity room. He had knocked through the neighboring guest room and basement, making it much wider

was half the height of

long as someone pulled the rope, a steel ball would pop out from the mechanism, allowing it to roll along a special track before colliding with the object in the center to produce a

loud, but it was enough to rouse Leppard

new form of transportation you invented?” Klein pointed to the crude object in the

on Emperor Roselle’s imagination!” He replied with a fervent

imagination?” Klein asked in

his vision of the machines of the future. He was an outstanding genius, no—a master! Many things have already been

still leaving no stones unturned for

detail.” He changed

Klein to the crude metallic