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.

Capim’s sin was the main focus. The current situation of the girls was another main focus. The former made people

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,

for the other two-thirds of those rescued, they had to continue working hard in order to survive. And in the face of the mass unemployment of textile workers, they were often only able to find temporary jobs with low wages. Those with parents and siblings who hadn’t lost their jobs were

when it was dark and once he left East Borough

thanks to you. Otherwise, I definitely would’ve been blackmailed today by those rogue

why you hired me?” Klein smiled

Liv’s family hadn’t revealed that he had helped search for Daisy for free. Especially when Daisy, who was pretty smart, was asked if she knew any relatively special people, she answered directly, “Mr.

walked on in silence for

the carriage, he suddenly let

call in this report for the government to use Capim’s estate to set up a bursary fund, which will

clean by the Hero Bandit, his greatest wealth is the

listened carefully, gave Mike a deep look, and said in sincere praise, “You’re the best reporter

plenty of reporters like me. There are always idealists in

paid 10 pounds to Klein and took off

a public carriage in the other direction when Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a jibing smile, “Sherlock, I’m not the only reporter

stunned for a

“Guess.”

…

City of Silver.

Berg paced around the

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

from Mr. Hanged Man, Miss Justice,

the Tarot Gathering he anticipated the

doesn’t summon me, I will pray directly to him…

gray fog and heard the messianic voice

the bed carefully and lay down, pretending to be

thousand rapid heartbeats, he waited for a while before he was engulfed by the

the sky outside his window, keeping the darkness away from

by the corner of his bed, a black figure

figure quickly grew tall and quietly looked

him for nearly a minute,

shadows remained the

…

beneath his 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