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…”

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Tingen City, 2 Daffodil Street.

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

was passed?” Dressed in a long, black dress, Melissa looked at her

days had been playing up the bill that would be

down the newspaper, wiped his black hair,

“Yes.”

The room was completely silent,

maid who came out of the kitchen. Benson smiled and said, “This is foreseeable. Actually, the

expression was unusually

of his bread and

that the Backlund Polytechnic will be restructured

year. It won’t need tests on grammar and classical literature, but will instead focus on the technical aspects. It’s very suitable

I think

“But…” Melissa subconsciously retorted.

her with a

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 the best opportunity for you to have access to much

working, we’re still young. We must not define our lives like this. As you can see, compared to a few months ago, my grammar has improved a

It might be better if

this place. Well, we’ll come back eventually,

on the tea table as her lips moved a few times and she said, “What

she didn’t want to hire any more maidservants, but when she thought of how tragic Bella’s life would be after she lost her job, she gave up on the idea. After all, the extra expense of 5 soli a week was already nothing to the Moretti family, which had an annuity of

this, Benson shook

few more months before that happens. We can let Bella find a new job ahead of time. Before that, we will continue to pay 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 you can pass the entrance exams at Backlund’s

pity that Bella didn’t have much time to learn how to cook, but after

say anything, Benson smiled and

and will focus on preparing for the exam. Most of the positions are said to

was silent for a moment before she slowly nodded

she put down her fork and knife, wiped her mouth with a napkin,

Benson watched his sister leave the dining table, and the smile that had been plastered over his face rapidly

the vine-leaf patterns, took a close look at it,

…

busied himself with the public libraries in the Cherwood Borough in search of information related to Viscount Pound, but the viscount’s

Klein, who had no “search” function to use, felt a throbbing pain in his head as he faced the vast collection of books

spent six hours browsing through a lot of information, but failed to find

deep knowledge of the history of the nobility. Or I have to bribe someone 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 stood in front of the mirror and talked to the

outlined Miss Bodyguard’s Gothic regal

slightly, as if agreeing

in a dreamy voice, “The employment

and asked, “If I can obtain some clues about the Pound family,

answer but gave a

through Maric?”