Lord of the Mysteries

The concrete road had turned dirty from prolonged rain. Two gas lamps, the height of an adult male, along the two sides of the road emitted a bright but misty light due to the moisture on the glass.

A rental carriage drove through the night as the surrounding pedestrians either wore hats or carried umbrellas.

Klein leaned against the wall, idly admiring the evening streets of Backlund.

At that moment, he suddenly felt the temperature inside the carriage drop significantly. A gloomy and cold wind was swirling about.

Klein jerked his head around and saw that Miss Bodyguard, dressed in a black Gothic regal dress, was sitting across from him without him even realizing it.

Her voice was ethereal and dreamy.

“That Eye of Wisdom sensed my presence.”

As expected… Klein nodded, unsurprised. “He has several mystical items; perhaps he sensed you because of them. I even suspect that he has an organization behind him.”

Otherwise, it’s quite impossible for Eye of Wisdom to collect several relatively powerful mystical items in thirty years with his power alone. Previously, Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos only had a single Creeping Hunger despite being one of the seven great pirate admirals. Of course, it was possible that the latter had high standards and ordinary mystical items didn’t catch his attention. After all, with Creeping Hunger, he could be more well-rounded and nearly be without any weaknesses.

Yes, for Eye of Wisdom himself to be rich there has to be a rather good explanation as well. He’s organized so many gatherings, and once he finds a suitable mystical item, he would spare no expense to get it. Having a few in his collection isn’t that unbelievable… Sigh, it’s like he has a gold mine at home, or he runs a bank… Klein lampooned silently.

He didn’t mention in detail that he had guessed that Eye of Wisdom was from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, or from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, out of fear that he would expose to Miss Bodyguard that he wasn’t someone who had just become a Beyonder.

The blonde Miss Bodyguard nodded slightly, as though agreeing with Klein’s suspicions.

Suddenly, she frowned and looked at the window opposite her.

“A rich smell of blood.”

There’s a strong smell of blood… Klein turned his head in puzzlement and looked out the window.

There was a secluded alley in the sparse drizzle.

Near the mouth of the alley, a woman wearing a gorgeous dress was on the ground.

At that moment, a pedestrian walked past and on careful inspection, let out a sudden scream.

The screams startled the horse slightly as the carriage driver quickly tightened the reins, slowing down the carriage.

Under the light of the gas lamp, Klein saw the pale face of the woman lying on the ground at the mouth of the alley. There was a deep gash in her stomach, and her internal organs seemed to have been hollowed out.

The blood on the ground around her was flowing slowly, crimson and thick.

Nighthawk, he quickly

were often related to

ancient organizations. It

a loose alliance formed due to the worship of devils. It consisted of several so-called devil clans,

Tingen, the

them. Many people felt that such acts were very cool and began to

looks like it was done by the Blood Sanctify Sect,” Miss Bodyguard whispered as her figure rapidly turned

moment, the carriage had already passed the scene of the crime. Klein also noticed that the patrolling police had arrived, so he held back his idea of

Yes, Citizen Mr. Moriarty…

the Criminal pathway, which is also known as the Devil pathway. It’s said that after

criminal abilities, but their conscience isn’t gone yet… Sequence 8, known by its ancient name “Coldblooded,” has the modern name “Unwinged Angel.” It means that from that moment forth, they lose their conscience and revel in evil desires, with bodies that look

the Sequences

Devil pathway flashed past Klein’s mind. The rain outside seemed to become heavier as the rain on the windows converged and fell, and the whole world became

taken over by a Beyonder squad. It might be the Mandated Punishers or Nighthawks. There’s no need for me to worry. Klein shook his head with

Street, he had forgotten about the murder case. He went next door and knocked on the Sammers’ front door, asking Mrs. Stelyn

morning the next day, Klein enjoyed his breakfast slowly and went out to pick up the freshly developed photographs. He chose the one with the best

the Rice Police Station before Mrs. Mary arrived and successfully got the bail money that was worth

real Sergeant Faxine and

the remaining 500 pounds in cash from his account, Klein was finally done

handed the remaining 600 pounds to Miss Bodyguard in one go, leaving 146 pounds

no other debts… Klein cooked himself a T-bone steak and sprinkled it with

he was enjoying the taste of the medium well steak whilst

Isn’t this too early?” Puzzled, Klein put down his fork and knife, and he

for two seconds as the image of the visitor outside the door

in a light gray overcoat, a silk top hat, and he held a black and gold cane. He had sharp blue eyes, and his temples were streaked with white. His wrinkles were

know who you’re looking for?” Klein asked

in a thick Midseashire accent,

you wish to entrust to me?” Klein nodded and made way, leading the old gentleman

hesitated for two seconds, then asked, “Would you like

old gentleman had taken off his hat

to serve tea and clean the place… As Klein’s mind wandered, he turned

the old gentleman, he walked to the sofa and sat down with his

I address

Carter,” the old gentleman answered

would you like to entrust me with?” Klein asked directly without bothering to

he spoke, he quietly activated his Spirit Vision

the color of the joints of his left leg—probably arthritis… His emotions

“The thing is… I’ve bought a house on Williams Street. Heh, I come

to consult the map or rely