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.”

provided too few clues.”

Meursault made

“No, this is against my principle

Meursault replied

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

him slowly for a few seconds as

nor did he politely bid farewell. He turned around abruptly and walked quickly to

that Ian had come to me once…

the son of an evil god, although, it was separated by a belly… As he thought about it, his smile suddenly became brilliant.

The answer was positive.

…

Borough,

transferring to a trackless carriage, Klein finally arrived at

carriage, he discovered that a drizzle

Backlund. The reason why hats are popular is that ladies and gentlemen don’t carry umbrellas all the time.

obvious water droplets from his body

hear any cuckoo sounds or

broken? Klein was just about to raise his hand to knock when

of the person naturally appeared in his mind. It was a tall, thin man with black hair and blue eyes.

forehead and asked, “May I know who you are looking

off his hat and

find Mr. Leppard. I’m interested in his new

gentleman’s eyes suddenly

Leppard. Come

to the side and allowed Klein entry.

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

On the coffee table in the living room alone were many mechanical objects,

right. Would you like some coffee or black tea? Uh… it seems I’m out of black tea…”

mind, and he changed the words he planned on saying. He went straight to the point, “I’ve to see your

any promises

and saw

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

wasn’t irritated by Klein’s straightforwardness.

that, he slapped his head. “I almost forgot, we have to sign a non-disclosure

don’t have a very good memory either…

seemed like an activity room. He had knocked through the neighboring guest room and basement, making it

ground was littered with components, and a rough object, that was half the height of a man, that

was cleverly constructed. As long as someone pulled the rope, a steel ball would pop out from the mechanism, allowing it to roll

loud, but it was

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

I invented it based on Emperor Roselle’s imagination!” He replied with a

imagination?” Klein asked

tone of adoration, “Emperor Roselle left behind a 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 been turned into reality! “Heh heh, this manuscript is kept

still leaving no stones unturned for others… Klein’s mouth twitched,

it in detail.” He

led Klein to the crude metallic object and opened the