Lord of the Mysteries

Under the dim crimson moonlight, Klein pulled back his blanket and got up.

For a Seer, putting weight on dreams was a basic requirement, and the dream he just had could never be dismissed as a simple nightmare.

Dressed in relatively comfortable clothes, he came before the full-body mirror and said in a low voice, “I dreamed of the blood-stained door in that room.”

Miss Bodyguard’s figure slowly outlined itself above the mirror. She replied expressionlessly, “The influence of the evil spirit’s aura.

“It will gradually weaken until it disappears.”

Is that so… Klein nodded slightly and returned to the side of the bed. He picked up the gold pocket watch and popped it open.

Seeing that it was still early, he lay back down to sleep. This time, he no longer encountered the same dream as before.

Sunday morning the next day, in high spirits, Klein made himself a soft-boiled egg to go with buttered bread.

In the Loen Kingdom, or rather in the countries of the Northern Continent, it was a must for gentlemen to read the newspapers at breakfast, and Klein was no exception. He opened up the newspapers he subscribed to—the Tussock Times, Backlund Morning Post, and Backlund Bulletin.

“The Civil Servant Unified Examination Bill has been officially passed by the House of Lords. The first examination will be held in early December, and the second examination will be held at the end of January next year. The final interview will be held two weeks after that… Within a week, the government will announce the positions and requirements involved in this exam and begin the registration process… Reporters surmise that most of it will be held in Backlund…” Klein scanned the contents, picked up his cup, and sipped his Sibe black tea.

He couldn’t help but think of Benson and thought to himself, The bill is passed at the end of September. The positions will be announced in the beginning of October, and registrations will be completed by early November. The examinations will start at the beginning of December… The timing is tight and very unreasonable. That implies how much of a rush the King and the Prime Minister is in to have this enacted.

But that’s advantageous for Benson. He prepared two months ahead of everyone else; even if he can’t compare to the elite graduates of the universities, he would definitely be able to beat most of his competition, and the positions the elites are aiming for wouldn’t clash with his.

He should be fine…

Klein wanted to tap his chest four times to draw out a crimson moon and say “May the Goddess bless him,” but then he remembered that Miss Bodyguard was nearby and resisted the urge. After all, he had claimed to be a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery.

After finishing his last mouthful of bread, he continued reading the papers.

“Both Houses have passed the National Atmospheric Pollution Council bill, allowing the government to set up such an organization… The coming month will be a critical period for the various parties to become a member of the council…”

“… An independent Alkali Industry Public Prosecutor has been approved with the goal of minimizing the pollution levels in acid and alkali factories.”

“… The fifth page doesn’t have an advertisement for the purchase of goods from the Ernst Firm. There’s no need to consider participating in the Beyonder gathering tomorrow night…”

…

Tingen City, 2 Daffodil Street.

Benson read and reread the news in the papers, forgetting the bread on his plate.

Dressed in a long, black dress, Melissa looked at her brother

days had been playing up the bill that would be

down the newspaper, wiped his black

“Yes.”

of them suddenly fell into silence. The room was completely silent, it even lacked the sound of knives and forks colliding with

by Bella, the maid who came out of the kitchen. Benson smiled and said,

Melissa’s expression

bite of his

Backlund Polytechnic will

accept students next year. It won’t need tests on grammar and classical literature, but will instead

think

“But…” Melissa subconsciously retorted.

interrupted her with a

cheap as the Tingen, Perth, Kboy, and Backlund and the other universities. It’s equivalent to the Constant Industry University in Midseashire, and there will be even more opportunities for scholarships. Melissa, don’t you like machinery, steam, and this stuff? This is

without working, we’re still young. We must not define our lives like this. As

It might be better if we

with Tingen and this place. Well, we’ll come

as her lips moved a few times and she said,

tragic Bella’s life would be after she lost her job, she gave up on the idea. After all, the extra expense

Benson shook his

her and provide her with a bedroom. Furthermore, her cooking skills are much better than before, so she can apply to be a chef at someone’s home. It’s a pity… Heh heh. Of course, everything depends on the premise

that it was a pity that Bella didn’t have much time to learn how to cook, but after looking at Melissa’s gloomy

could say anything, Benson smiled and

and will focus on preparing for the exam. Most of the positions are said to be in Backlund. That’s my goal. I hope we can go there

moment before she

put down her fork and knife, wiped her

sister leave the dining table, and the smile that

with the vine-leaf patterns, took a close look

…

the public libraries in the Cherwood Borough in search of information related to Viscount Pound, but the viscount’s family didn’t have a single biography,

the annals of history, and Klein, who had no “search” function to use, felt a throbbing pain in his head as

through a lot of

in the police department to get the address of Baronet Pound. He’s an aristocrat, and the police department must have a corresponding record, and there aren’t many aristocrats. When Klein got home, he

surface of the mirror quickly outlined Miss Bodyguard’s Gothic regal dress and the

as if agreeing with

suddenly spoke out in a dreamy voice, “The employment

the three days are up… Klein thought for a moment and asked, “If I can obtain some clues about the

didn’t answer but

Maric?”