Lord of the Mysteries

Klein was in no hurry to confirm his general assumptions. He pretended that nothing had happened and turned the page so that it faced him.

The information he wrote about Ian Wright was completely true. He would still get a positive answer even if he used divination techniques to confirm. Therefore, he believed that the people under the ambassador’s charge would follow this investigations trail and gain something in return. It was unlikely that they would have the motivation to seek revenge on him for the time being.

Similarly, he would continue to spread the paper out on his desk for the military’s special department who were monitoring him. It would direct their attention away from him as they shifted their focus to Ian Wright. It would then be a race against time to find him before the ambassador.

This way, Klein would be even safer.

It feels like I’m walking on a tightrope. Is this a Clown’s special trick? He shook his head in amusement. He opened the oriel window, hoping to take in the fresh morning air, but there was thick, choking smog outside that made him quietly close the windows.

Pressing down the paper with Ian’s information with an ink bottle, Klein went to the closest bathroom and quickly washed up. He then picked up the black double-breasted suit and the half top hat that hung from the rack and walked all the way to the first floor.

He had an appointment with Lawyer Jurgen for breakfast today.

Pulling his black silver inlaid cane from the umbrella stand in the foyer, Klein walked along the edge of the street in a thick fog that provided visibility of no more than ten meters until he reached 58 Minsk Street. He rang the doorbell of the dark house.

As the clanging sound echoed, a black green-eyed cat with a raised tail suddenly appeared in his mind.

Brody the black cat walked straight to the door. After preparing itself for two seconds, it leaped up and grabbed the handle of the door.

Then, it inevitably fell and twisted the handle with its weight, and opened the door.

With a creak, the morning wind blew in, and the door slowly opened.

Brody the black cat glanced at Klein haughtily as it walked to the side.

“What a clever cat,” Klein praised as he faced the old lady, Doris, in her white apron.

Doris laughed as her wrinkles eased.

“It depends on its mood. Most of the time it acts stupid, as though it doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Oh, I’ve prepared my best bean turnip soup for you. Eat it with bread.”

Bean turnip soup… Sounds like something randomly mashed together… Klein smiled.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

The lawyer came out of the bathroom. Even at home, regardless if he had just woken up, he was dressed to the nines. His white shirt was ironed and his brownish-yellow vest was tightly fitted, the lines of his trousers appearing to be freshly ironed.

complete. Check to see if there are any omissions.” Jurgen’s blue eyes swept over. He

and the sheen

and coat, and followed Jurgen into the study on

The more he read, the more his head hurt. In the end, he only skimmed

than a lump sum payment of 100 pounds. The first instance involves 50 pounds… Yes, that way I won’t have to go to the Backlund Bank for the time being and take out the remaining hundred pounds from my anonymous account. What I

document, smiled at Jurgen, and said, “I’m satisfied.

he took out two one-pound notes that he had

money, gave Klein the remaining contracts, and said in a serious tone, “If an error is made during the signing, there are two

shredding machines was a

to nod his head, when Mrs. Doris suddenly shouted from the dining room, “Good

grandmother’s hearing has deteriorated,” Jurgen explained as he

followed him into the dining room and saw that Mrs. Doris had scooped out a spoonful of yellow and green liquid from a black

bread.” Mrs. Doris smiled and pointed to

Jurgen who looked even more serious

in the yellow-green soup, and stuffed it into

that the flavor was actually quite good. The faint salty taste had a sweet tang to it that stimulated his appetite. It also perfectly brought out the

was once an excellent cook,” Jugen said casually as he slowly savored

keep a straight face… I really don’t have any appetite watching you eat…

and paid Leppard the first fifty pound. The second

this point, Klein was left

and went to the public library to read the Tussock Times of

confirmed that

Republic’s ambassador’s name silently. He left the library and found a small restaurant for

…

the curtains, took four

a positive result. He then wrote a divination statement that he had thought of in the morning: “The infiltrator from last

muttered the sentence. Klein’s eyelids drooped as

into view in a world of illusion, separation,

saw a black shadow squirming in the crack at the bottom of the

into the room. It arched at the center and then flattened itself, constantly repeating it as it proceeded towards the

it had broken down

crept to the front of the desk and crawled to the top, leaving a trail of quickly

stopped at the written piece regarding Ian Wright. Its head lifted up as the middle of its body rose, leaving

this moment, it was

black-iron threadworm turned the paper around

take revenge on me last night; he simply didn’t have the ability to do so… Unless this iron-black threadworm is highly venomous… Klein nodded in enlightenment, he then used divination and obtained confirmation that the