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.

he

often related to

to devil worship, it was almost always tied to ancient organizations.

this was a loose alliance formed due to the worship of devils. It consisted of several so-called devil clans, such as the Nois, Andariel, and Beria clans. They weren’t subordinate

faith in the devil, they committed many murders. Back in Tingen, the accountant for the

Many people felt

as her figure rapidly turned translucent before vanishing. She didn’t care if Klein understood

crime. Klein also noticed that the patrolling police had arrived, so he held back

Yes, Citizen Mr. Moriarty…

Devil pathway. It’s said that after Sequence 7, the corresponding Beyonder would

9 Criminals have strong bodies, keen instincts, and a variety of 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

don’t know the Sequences

to become

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 a laugh as he muttered

about the murder case. He went next door and knocked on the Sammers’ front door, asking Mrs. Stelyn to tell Mary that she could come for the evidence tomorrow afternoon.

next day, Klein enjoyed his breakfast slowly and went out to pick up the freshly developed photographs. He chose the one with the best view of Doragu Gale’s and Erica Taylor’s face, one

before Mrs. Mary arrived and successfully got the bail

saw the real Sergeant Faxine and felt a little

500 pounds in cash from his account,

handed the remaining 600 pounds to Miss Bodyguard in one go, leaving 146 pounds 8 soli, and 5 pence

other debts… Klein cooked himself a T-bone

taste of the medium well steak whilst in a good mood, the doorbell suddenly rang and resounded through his

down

as the image of

hat, and he held a black and gold cane. He had sharp blue eyes, and his temples were streaked with white. His wrinkles were deeply engraved in his face, causing his facial muscles

for?” Klein asked

a thick Midseashire accent, “Are you

to me?” Klein nodded and made way, leading the old gentleman into the living

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

The old gentleman had taken off his hat

it’s very simple… Maybe I should consider getting an assistant to serve tea and clean the place… As Klein’s

front of the old gentleman, he

I address

the old gentleman

like to entrust me with?” Klein asked directly without

spoke, he quietly activated his Spirit

arthritis… His emotions are mostly blue from calm thinking, with a hint of anxiety… With just

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

Street… Where’s that? Having been in Backlund for less than a month, Klein, who had to consult