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!”

advertise the dangers of lead poisoning on the newspapers and magazines… It seems like he did it well, but for some people,

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

but lost their mood to discuss anything when they saw the

suddenly discovered that there were a lot of people gathered outside a factory. They were mostly women, and they were excitedly

Mike asked Old Kohler,

was

go over

of the factory and blended into the crowd. It took him several minutes

Old Kohler

hadn’t been in charge of similar news before, and so he didn’t know much about the situation. As for Klein,

a textile factory. They wish to use the latest textile machines, so the number of people in charge of controlling the machines needed will decrease. It seems…

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

he was going to say “fools,” but he

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

of them turned around and began to walk out of the factory district. No one spoke as they

Mike glanced at Klein and

you think those women can still find anything else to do if the lead factories who do not provide protection are

it’s just a few factories, there won’t be much of a problem, but some female workers might suffer from the hunger and cold while looking for other jobs, and they would gradually lose their strength because

shut down in a short period of time, not

snatch the jobs of others… Who knows how many people 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

fell silent again, and after paying ten pounds and six soli, he left the

the carriage ride into the

and come into contact with the lives of the poor, but the impression left on him wasn’t

observation revealed a human abyss

and said, “Kohler, I’d like to ask you to help me keep an eye on the situation in East Borough.

giving you the money to build a relationship with the other workers. Every week, we

eyes lit

“No problem!”

no mention of the price,

“Every time we meet, I’ll give you 15 soli as funds and compensation. If you

Kohler blurted out in

was paid only twenty-one soli a week,