Lord of the Mysteries

Cough!

Mike Joseph took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The smog in the factory district was thicker than anywhere else. The air was gray with a yellowish tint as though it was floating dust. Occasionally a pungent, suffocating odor that even Mr. Reporter, who was long used to the Backlund air, could not bear.

He turned to Klein who was also coughing softly.

“I’ve always been a huge supporter of the government’s establishment of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council and the alkaline industry inspector, but only today did I learn that the problem has become so serious.”

“If we don’t take effective measures, it may become a tragedy in the future.” Klein tried hard to clear his blocked nose.

Perhaps the whole of Backlund would be shrouded in smog that results in one’s vision not exceeding five meters, and it’s possible that an evil god would descend or be born in such a backdrop… he added silently.

Old Kohler didn’t quite understand the conversation. He cleared his throat that was filled with thick phlegm and led the reporter and the detective around the watchman and into a lead factory.

Most of the workers were women. They were working busily without any protection, and the factory floor was filled with dust.

Looking at the “tiny particles” floating in the air, Klein felt like he was looking at toxic gas. The young ladies without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

For a moment, he felt as though he was back in Tingen, back to the time when he had helped Sir Deweyville deal with the grievance haunting him.

He seemed to have already witnessed the future of each and every female worker—some of them with throbbing heads, some with blurred vision, some turning hysterical, some with gums with a blue line, and finally, they either went blind or fell dead.

It’s like a large-scale, bloody sacrificial ritual. The only difference is that the target is that flashing symbol of money… If the Aurora Order, Rose School of Thought, and other evil sects could make good use of similar situations, just like what Lanevus did, there would be a huge problem… Klein covered his mouth and nose as he quietly watched.

Mike Joseph muttered in surprise and anger, “How can this be?

“How can they be like this?

“A while ago, all sorts of newspapers and magazines were focused on the issue of lead poisoning. Why aren’t they using any precautionary measures at all?

“They can’t even bear to use a mask?

“These factory owners are murderers!”

how is he so aware of lead poisoning? Right, I forgot. I had gotten Sir Deweyville to advertise the dangers of lead poisoning on the newspapers and magazines… It seems like he did it well, but for some people, what does it matter if one or two of the lower

senior journalist, Mike didn’t lose his reason. He quietly observed and asked a few workers who had changed

factory after another, but lost their mood to discuss anything

a lot of people gathered outside a factory. They were mostly women,

Mike asked Old

Kohler was also

go over

factory and blended into the crowd. It

machines!” Old Kohler took a breath and

know

of people in charge of controlling the machines needed will decrease. It seems… it seems like they’re going to

to smash the machines and get their jobs back, or else they’ll probably not survive.

shape of his mouth, he looked like he was going to say “fools,”

go back. I’ve pretty much finished my investigative interviews.” After a long

began to walk out of the factory district. No one spoke as they

were about to part, Mike glanced at Klein

find anything else to do if the lead factories who do

some serious thought and said, “If it’s just a few factories, there won’t be much of a problem, but some female workers

period of time, not to mention the people who lose

in East Borough will lead an even more difficult life or die as a result. It would be a hell-like scene, and even if this world doesn’t have Beyonder powers, it would still bring about a huge disaster. And now, the various evil gods are lurking in the darkness, waiting… Klein swallowed all

paying ten pounds and six soli, he left the smoke-emitting factory district in

into

a Nighthawk, he had known and come into contact with the lives of the poor, but the impression left on him wasn’t as

multidimensional observation revealed a human abyss in front of

is truly filled with hidden dangers and tinder-like threats. If one isn’t careful, it can be ignited by a cult… Klein pondered for a few seconds and said, “Kohler, I’d like to ask you to help me keep an eye on the situation in

you, giving you the money to build a relationship with the other workers. Every week, we will set a time to meet at the coffee shop

eyes lit

“No problem!”

no mention of the price, and he fully

meet, I’ll give you 15 soli as funds and compensation. If you provide me

Old Kohler blurted

paid only twenty-one soli a week, or one