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.

a qualified former Nighthawk, he quickly thought of many

were often related to devil

was almost always tied to ancient organizations. It was the Blood Sanctify Sect that

devils. It consisted of several so-called devil clans, such as the Nois, Andariel, and Beria clans. They weren’t subordinate

the devil, they committed many murders. Back in Tingen, the accountant for the Nighthawks, Mrs. Orianna, was one such victim who was

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

figure rapidly turned translucent before vanishing. She didn’t care

of the crime. Klein also noticed that the patrolling police had arrived, so he held back his idea of getting off the carriage to observe

Yes, Citizen Mr. Moriarty…

that after Sequence 7, the corresponding

“Unwinged Angel.” It means that from that moment forth, they lose their conscience and revel in evil desires, with bodies that look even more inhuman. They would also obtain some of the magical powers of the

the

to become heavier as the rain on the windows converged and fell, and the whole

Beyonder squad. It might be the Mandated Punishers or Nighthawks. There’s no need

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. Following that, he washed up and read the newspapers, learning about the

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 view of Doragu

putting the photos away, he went to the Rice Police Station before Mrs.

he also saw the real

in cash from his account, Klein was finally done with everything

remaining 600 pounds to Miss Bodyguard in one go, leaving 146 pounds 8 soli, and 5 pence on him. That was all

cooked himself a T-bone

whilst in a good mood, the doorbell suddenly

put down his fork and knife, and he walked to the

seconds as the image of the visitor outside the door appeared in his

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 deeply engraved in his

for?” Klein asked after opening

in a thick Midseashire accent, “Are

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

two seconds, then asked, “Would you like coffee

of hot water, please.” The old gentleman had taken off his

and clean the place… As Klein’s mind wandered,

hot water in front of the old gentleman, he walked to the sofa and

may I

old gentleman answered

to entrust me with?” Klein asked directly

he quietly activated his

left leg—probably arthritis… His emotions are mostly blue from calm thinking, with a hint of anxiety… With just a glance, Klein had

its surface, said, “The thing is… I’ve bought a house on Williams Street. Heh, I come from Midseashire and because of my business, I’ll be living in Backlund

had to consult the map or rely on his intuition, tried his