Lord of the Mysteries

Putting down his dark red fountain pen, Klein picked up the piece of paper with the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.

His lips moved as he whispered, “Capim’s dinner time today,” over and over again.

Klein’s voice echoed above the empty gray fog as his eyes rapidly turned dark, and his eyelids drooped.

In a fragmented dreamscape, he saw the spacious, elegant dining room where there was gilded porcelain cutlery, caviar, roasted chicken, lamb stew, fried rib eye steak, deep-fried Dragon-Bone Fish, thick creamy soup, and so on.

The food was placed in a certain order according to specific requests in front of several diners. Among them was the slightly plump Capim; the middle-aged gentleman in a white hood, Harras; the thin-bloused Katy; and Parker, whose face was rather unintimidating due to his old age.

Looking out from the end of the dining table, he could see a window decorated with gorgeous decorations. Outside the window, the clouds were sparse, and the crimson moon was faintly discernible in the air.

Klein opened his eyes and marked the location of the moon in his dream. Using his knowledge in astromancy, he quickly calculated a rough corresponding time.

It looks like it’s from 7:30 to 7:45 in the evening… Considering those few scenes, Capim and the others have already finished more than half their meals, so I can push the time back by another 15 minutes. That way, 7:30 is the best choice… Klein muttered silently to himself as he interpreted the revelation from his dream divination.

Eating at half past seven was not a rare occurrence. This was even considered mainstream in the Loen Kingdom and even the Northern Continent because many middle-class people—either due to their personal situations or because of low rent—lived in the suburbs and had to commute to work by taking the short-distance steam locomotive. By the time they got home, it was usually after seven in the evening, so it was normal for people to have dinner between 7:30 and 8:00.

Klein had had the same experience in Tingen City, but that was because he had no servants and no housewife. Once the three siblings returned home, they still needed to busy themselves for quite a while before they could enjoy any hot food. It wasn’t because they lived far from work.

This was why civilians and the poor often had dinner between 7:30 and 8:00.

As lunch and dinner were separated by quite some time, afternoon tea, which should’ve belonged to the upper-class citizens, became popular among the middle-class citizens and civilians.

When he finished the interpretation, Klein recalled the revelation he had just received. Klein became acutely aware of a problem: Where were Capim’s wife and children?

They didn’t appear in the dining room… Is Capim an extreme believer in the Lord of Storms, so his wife and children have to eat their meals in the activity room? Or is there another reason? Or could he be unmarried and childless? He’s already a middle-aged man… Klein tried to divine the situation, but he failed to receive any effective revelations, so he gave up.

7:30. He repeated the time once more before returning to the real world.

…

In the evening, even at home, Capim, who was wearing a formal bow tie, narrowed his eyes and looked at his subordinates before him. He asked in a slow but chilling voice, “Fabian is dead?”

“Yes, Boss.” Even though he had been working with Capim for many years, his subordinate still felt fear and horror.

“Odysseus, call me Mister. Mister. In a few years, you’ll have to call me Sir Capim.” Capim loosened his bow tie and casually handled a thick cigar. “When did Fabian die? How did he die?”

“This afternoon, I sent him to East Borough to do something. He ended up in a conflict with the Zmanger gang and got stabbed in the neck…” Odysseus described in a trembling voice.

Capim, who was toasting the cigar, said in an unperturbed tone, “Fabian is really a fool.

“But are the Zmanger gang fools to not know that he’s my subordinate?”

when they arrive in East Borough, and they’re barbaric and reckless, and they don’t give a shit who’s who,” Odysseus quickly

Capim snorted.

the highlands? Or have they forgotten

do it? If you can’t, I’ll sink your wife, your child, as

no problem!” Odysseus immediately raised

asked in a low

suddenly opened and the middle-aged gentleman with a white

glance before casting his gaze

heard that one of your subordinates had a conflict with a gang

Mr. Harras.” Capim stood

stared into Capim’s eyes and said, “You want

dripped with

not at all. Mr.

slightly. “You have to remember that during this critical period, we have to try our best to not cause any

second and observed

trafficker in Backlund. We can support you, but we can also do so

was because you were vicious and shameless enough.

to the duo’s conversation. He wished that he was just a mass of air. That way, he didn’t need to see how humble his boss, Capim,

his face, Capim smiled and said, “Mr. Harras, my main concern is that Fabian’s death isn’t simple. It might disrupt

Harras said in an affirmative tone. “I didn’t get any

so…” Capim acted enlightened. “Then I’m

said, “Mr. Harras, this time, there are the kind of goods you like from

signs of emotion, Capim quickly added, “We’ve already finished gathering the ones that will be sent

Harras nodded slowly.

to my room

said with

face turned gloomy. He took a deep breath and whispered, “I hope that you can keep your promise this time… I don’t want to be involved

the Harvest Festival—someone had come to him, hoping to get a batch of innocent

of his life had undergone tremendous changes. He had taken a fifth of the market share of the unlawful slave

famous tycoons, acquainting himself with several

cover up the sins of his past. He wanted to let “Capim” undergo a catharsis, allowing him to become a true

his hand, he picked up the framed

his eyes and whispered to himself, After

time, Capim walked out of his study, a warm smile plastered over

roast chicken specially prepared for you this evening,” he said to the

the old scar on her face and nodded without

he didn’t continue. He

Harras, wearing a white wig, entered the dining room, nodding slightly

his pre-meal wine, smiling as he motioned

the food was served one by one. Capim raised his glass

let’s toast