Lord of the Mysteries

On Sunday morning, shortly after Klein finished his breakfast, he heard the doorbell ring as he had expected.

But to his surprise, it wasn’t just Reporter Mike Joseph. Dr. Aaron was with him as well.

“Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night. I don’t think it’s normal.” Aaron didn’t keep matters a secret even with Mike around, revealing it the moment he entered the living room.

Without waiting for Klein’s reply, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane.

“Do you think this is the problem?

“Ever since I found it and started to carry it with me, I’ve been having nightmares.”

Klein nonchalantly glanced at it when his expression froze suddenly. If he hadn’t been a Clown in the past and had great control over his facial muscles, then he might’ve revealed an undisguised smile in front of the reporter and doctor. Yes, a smile.

This… this paper crane is even uglier than the one I made… This was the first thought that came to Klein’s mind.

At that moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh.

Could having poor handicraft skills be a tradition of the Nighthawks?

There was no doubt that the paper crane in front of him was the result of another switch. After receiving accurate information from Klein, the Nighthawks had seemingly sneaked into Dr. Aaron’s bedroom without any delay and switched their folded paper crane for the one in his wallet.

But what they didn’t expect was that the one in the wallet was also a fake. It was folded by Klein above the gray fog and appeared rather crude.

I feel an inexplicable sense of joy… Klein glanced at Dr. Aaron, who didn’t notice it, cleared his throat, and said, “Perhaps. I suggest that you go to the cathedral again and talk to the bishop you previously talked to. We need to believe that the gods that we believe in are always watching over us.”

As he spoke, he drew a triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest.

After the Nightmare had left last night, Klein had specifically gone above the gray fog to divine if it was dangerous having switched the paper crane. The result was that it was very safe. Thus, he was now able to make this suggestion with great interest, in an attempt to tease his former colleagues.

I wonder how they would feel seeing the paper crane that they didn’t fold very well return to them… Klein placated Dr. Aaron in all seriousness and turned to the reporter and said with a smile, “Mike, to tell the truth, what I really want to advise Aaron to do is to go see a psychiatrist, but faith can certainly soothe his soul.”

“You’re not being frank at all.” Mike laughed. “All right, let’s go.”

The next day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into East Borough to interview the rescued girls.

With a full pound as payment for the interview, no one refused it, not even some of the abused girls.

the main focus. The current situation of the girls was another main focus. The

use her labor to barter for food. Less than a third of those who were rescued were like her, and most of them were the kinds with some savings at home, and they were in a position that

lost their jobs were still okay; at least, they were able to help each other, barely filling

only when it was

it’s all thanks to you. Otherwise, I definitely would’ve been

that why you hired me?” Klein smiled

revealed that he had helped search for Daisy for free. Especially when Daisy, who

on in

the carriage, he

this report for the government to use Capim’s estate to set up a bursary fund, which will use the annual income to help the rescued girls and others who have been harmed by Capim to get them out of

his greatest wealth is the property he bought. Th-these

Mike a deep look, and said in

There

he paid 10 pounds to Klein and took off his hat

in the other direction when Mike suddenly

was stunned for a

“Guess.”

…

City of Silver.

a trapped beast, Derrick Berg paced around the room in

He was worried that the exploration team members, who had been affected by the Fallen Creator to an unknown extent, would cause devastating

situation, he was eager to obtain advice from Mr. Hanged Man, Miss Justice, and company, who were

the Tarot Gathering he anticipated

wait a little longer. If Mr. Fool doesn’t summon me, I will pray directly to him…

and heard the messianic voice say,

a sigh of relief, Derrick sat down on the edge of the bed carefully and lay down, pretending to be ready to sleep

heartbeats, he waited for a while before he was engulfed by

across the sky outside his window, keeping

his bed, a black figure squirmed and extended, taking

dark figure quickly grew tall and quietly looked

him for nearly a minute, then withdrew without

the shadows

…

feet as usual. The long bronze table in front of him was mottled with green rust, but it didn’t seem to be rotten at all. The first things that Derrick saw were Miss Justice and Miss Magician sitting opposite him. The familiar, jovial