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?”

East Borough, and they’re barbaric

Capim snorted.

highlands? Or

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

problem!” Odysseus immediately raised his

low voice, “Who

to reply when the door suddenly opened and the middle-aged gentleman with

glance

conflict with a gang

stood

Capim’s eyes and

forehead suddenly dripped with

not at all. Mr. Harras,

slightly. “You have to remember that during this critical period, we have

for a second and observed

are not the only human trafficker in Backlund. We can support you, but we can also do so for others. You have to remember this

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

side, Odysseus listened to the duo’s conversation. He wished that he was just a mass of

anger on his face, Capim smiled and said, “Mr. Harras, my main concern is that Fabian’s death

death,” Harras said in an affirmative tone.

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

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

Harras’s expression soften but not show any signs of emotion, Capim quickly added, “We’ve already finished gathering the ones that will be sent

Harras nodded slowly.

to my room

Capim said with a big

a deep breath and whispered, “I hope that you can keep your promise this time… I

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

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

himself with several important figures and

up the sins of his past. He wanted to let “Capim” undergo a catharsis, allowing him to become a true member of the upper-class. However, for the time being, he was unable to do

at the cigar in his hand, he picked up the framed photograph of himself with a beautiful woman and

Capim narrowed his eyes and whispered to

his study, a warm smile

chicken specially prepared for you this evening,” he said to the woman in the thin

scar on her

knew that she was silent and fierce, so he didn’t continue. He watched

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

a sip of his pre-meal wine,

white napkins were spread out, and the food was served one by one. Capim raised his glass

of Storms, let’s toast to