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.

long, black

had been playing up the

newspaper, wiped his black hair, and exhaled

“Yes.”

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

smiled and said, “This is foreseeable. Actually, the most important thing is the previous

expression was unusually

of his bread

Polytechnic will be

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

I think you can

“But…” Melissa subconsciously retorted.

interrupted her

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

us to maintain our present lives without working, we’re still young. We must not define our lives like

better

to part with Tingen and this place.

at the various components on the tea table as her lips moved a few

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

this, Benson shook his head

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 say that it was a pity that Bella didn’t have much time to learn

anything, Benson smiled and touched

the positions are said to be in Backlund. That’s my goal. I hope we

for a moment before she

same time, she put down her fork and knife, wiped her mouth

the smile that had

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

…

busied himself with 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, nor did it arouse the interest of

scattered across the annals of history, and Klein, who had no “search” function to use, felt a throbbing

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

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

outlined Miss Bodyguard’s Gothic regal dress and the black bonnet on her

nodded slightly, as if agreeing

out in a dreamy voice, “The employment

thought for a moment and asked, “If I can obtain some clues about the Pound family,

didn’t answer but gave

Maric?”