Lord of the Mysteries

Wednesday morning, across from the Coim Company, in the Cherwood Borough.

Klein was sitting on a wooden bench outside the Gardeley department store, clutching a paper bag containing the most famous Cyndi Desi pie in the area with one hand, and holding a cup of iced tea in the other.

Beside him, a tramp was curled up on the other side of the bench, sleeping. Ten minutes later, the mall’s security guard woke him up and shooed him away.

Klein wore gold-rimmed spectacles which didn’t provide for any vision correction and a silk half top hat. He didn’t look much different from most of the gentlemen around him.

He idly looked across the street at the Coim Company, lifted his right hand, and took a large bite of the Cyndi Desi pie. He felt the rich aroma gush out and fill his oral cavity.

The reason why this pie from Desi Bay stood out amongst the southern pies was that it used a lot of oil and fat, but the meat was chopped into very tiny bits. With the fat and lean meat mixed together, it didn’t feel too heavy.

The rich, meaty juice seeped into the outer crust, neutralizing the dryness and made up for its shortcomings. The wheat fragrance was clearly brought out, and the small pieces of crushed apples were used to stimulate appetite with a slightly sour and sweet taste while neutralizing the oily taste.

It’s okay… Although the weather isn’t good and the pollution is terrible, Backlund is far superior to Tingen in many other aspects. Foods of all styles can be found everywhere. There are all kinds of operas and plays available. They can be enjoyed as long as one isn’t afraid to spend money… Although I might not necessarily eat or partake in such entertainment, I have these options at the very least. This is the advantage of a big city… Klein raised his sweet iced tea and took a sip.

He never took his eyes off the Coim Company’s entrance. For that ten pounds, he had been sitting there since eight in the morning. Even his breakfast was bought on the way there.

Of course, for most private detectives, a commission of ten pounds was an absolutely enviable business, equivalent to about three weeks’ salary for a member of the middle class!

According to the information provided by Mary Gale, her husband was currently the first manager of Coim Company and was Luke Sammer’s superior; however, their shares in the Coim Company came from Mary’s father, and Mary had inherited it.

One of the immediate reasons she suspected her husband of having a mistress was that an employee in the company had divulged to her that Doragu Gale would leave the office on Wednesday and Friday mornings alone and only return in the afternoon. In addition, he would leave work early for two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband return home before seven.

After breakfast, Klein waited another hour plus before seeing his target walk out of Coim.

He was wearing a black top hat, a double-breasted tweed coat, and a standard bow tie. He was slightly fat, with yellowish temples, slightly brownish eyes, and a slightly long face.

Doragu Gale… He silently recited his target’s name, stood up, picked up his cane and his heavy portable camera, and crossed the road.

Instead of getting his carriage driver to pick him up, he stood by the side of the road and looked around for a rental carriage.

Klein took the opportunity to cross the road and arrive beside him. Pretending to be careless, he bumped into his target.

“Sorry, I’m quite lost.” Klein bowed his head in apology.

Doragu frowned, but remained silent, waving his hand to indicate that it didn’t matter.

bent down, bowed, and walked to

to steal his belongings and use the dowsing method to easily track him.

of his agility as a Clown, he had secretly slipped a spare button of his into one of the pockets of Doragu’s

around a corner, he stopped and looked back just in time to see Doragu

a few minutes before slowly getting into another horse carriage and said to the carriage

The driver

leaned his cane and began performing a

Doragu Gale; instead, it became “the whereabouts of

were able to use

convenient items to find were those

house in the Hillston Borough. When they

that Doragu Gale was inside that

door with marble statues outside. He saw two men in black and white

you. Where’s your proof of membership?” One of them, a brown-skinned man

Klein hid his heavy camera behind him and asked

man

our members and up

Klein tersely acknowledged.

can I join

join after receiving a recommendation from two members,” The brown-skinned man didn’t brutally chase him away, but patiently answered

would end up joining the club

lips and decided to put

a hotel near the Quelaag Club and

the gray fog. He conjured a yellowish-brown goatskin and a fountain pen in front of

wrote the exact same divination sentence as before: “The whereabouts of the spare button

the dowsing method,

and he suspected that there might be some powerful Beyonders inside. In order to not waste time, he decided to get it done once and

to see Doragu’s black coat, which was hung on a coat

eye. The man was Doragu Gale, the woman had shimmering blond hair who looked rather young. She was in her early

with her knitted brows does look rather coquettish… Why am I always seeing scenes such as

I can obtain with my own body. I can only do it through sketching and not through the camera… I can’t possibly draw a picture with my bare hands, can I? It looks like today won’t do. I’ll tail that girl and find out her address and name later. I refuse to believe that they’ll be inside the Quelaag Club every

he was about to leave the mysterious space above the gray fog,

opportunity to divine if the iron-black threadworm which had infiltrated his room was under

of nothing which would result in a failed divination. It would’ve been the same if he was above the gray fog. Furthermore, he had various matters to divine the few times he came above the gray fog previously, and he didn’t have the capacity