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?”

gang when they arrive in East Borough,

Capim snorted.

the highlands? Or have they forgotten who

the Zmanger gang’s leader from that block. Can you do it? If you can’t, I’ll sink your

no problem!” Odysseus immediately

a low

opened and

cold glance before

a conflict

Harras.” Capim stood

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

suddenly dripped with

at all.

to remember that during this critical period, we have to

paused for a second

support you, but we can also do so

and shameless enough. However, you were extremely cautious. It wasn’t because you were the biggest human

wished that he was just a mass of air. That way, he didn’t need to see how humble his

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

death,” Harras said in an

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

at Odysseus and signaled him to leave. He then lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Harras, this time,

but not show any signs of emotion, Capim quickly added, “We’ve already finished gathering the ones that will

Harras nodded slowly.

to my

Mr. Harras!” Capim said with a

that you can keep your

come to

undergone tremendous changes. He had taken a fifth of the market share of the

became one of Backlund’s rather famous tycoons, acquainting himself with several

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

at the cigar in his hand, he picked up the

surface of the photo frame with his thumb, Capim narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself, After this deal,

out of his study, a warm smile plastered over his

roast chicken specially prepared for you this evening,” he

scar on her face and

was silent and fierce, so he didn’t continue. He watched her as she

entered the dining room, nodding slightly to each

elderly Parker took a sip of his pre-meal wine, smiling

out, and the food was

Storms, let’s toast to a