Lord of the Mysteries

St. George Borough, Sird Street.

As soon as Klein and Jurgen alighted from the carriage, they saw a massive object parked in front of Inventor Leppard’s door.

It was iron-black in color, with a dozen wheels in three groups, the top of which towered like a ship’s chimney, and smoke was emitted from it.

It was a steam engine that Klein had seen in magazines and on the streets, often described by the public as an ironclad warship with a rather exaggerated body.

If the streets that hadn’t been built or rebuilt in the last twenty or thirty years, then it would’ve filled the roads and left no room for horse carriages. Therefore, transportation vehicle such as this could only be seen in certain areas and places.

At this moment, the heavy glass window and door of the car opened, and two figures stepped out.

One of them was the steam power mogul, Framis Cage, whom Klein had met before. A quarter of his blood was of the Feysac Empire, and he had pale blue eyes and a tall, but bulging build. He had a pipe in his mouth.

The person beside him was wearing a heavy black coat with a gray scarf wrapped around his neck. His features were unremarkable. He looked common with his black hair and brown eyes; yet, he exuded an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“Hi, Detective Moriarty, you’re really punctual. This is my lawyer and partner, Pacheco Dwayne.”

While they conversed, two burly men got out of the steam-powered vehicle. They were obviously Framis’s bodyguards.

How unprofessional? Shouldn’t they come down first and then open the door for their boss? Klein grunted, smiled in greeting, and introduced his lawyer, Jurgen.

While he was waiting for Leppard to open the door, he casually chatted with him.

“Mr. Cage, is this kind of steam-powered vehicle popular? Do a lot of people like it?”

Framis Cage laughed.

“Those who think that they’re decent say that it’s too barbaric and crude, and ordinary people can’t afford it. Only I, an enthusiast of such machinery and steam, would be willing to buy it.”

“It’s mainly because many streets are too narrow,” Klein said in consolation.

Framis Cage was the investor he found, and he had little to do with Leppard.

When he was playing cards at the Quelaag Club, he had deliberately mentioned it, and the equestrian teacher, Talim, immediately mentioned that Framis liked similar inventions, offering to introduce them to each other.

This made Klein sigh with emotion. The club really was a great place to develop connections, and the members who joined it were never really interested in the free food, drinks, and activity venues.

“Haha, this is indeed one of the reasons. As the population increases and the cities grow larger, the horse carriage will definitely be eliminated. It’s just too slow. What this world is pursuing now is efficiency!” Framis said confidently.

revealed a

in Roselle’s manuscript; increase the armor’s bulletproof plating, cover the tracks so

for a moment he didn’t know what to

lawyers would argue with each other and discuss the terms with

parties agreed that Framis would invest a thousand pounds to take 20% of the shares, and the shares of Klein and Leppard

of Klein’s

he would buy a 9% stake in the company at a post-tax price

newly established Backlund Bike Company, with a 47% share. He became responsible for the subsequent industrialization and marketing, while the company would be funded with

largest shareholder, with 43% of the shares. His job was to

Klein, who only had the remaining 10% of the shares, became a purely financial

personal wealth skyrocketing to 2,235 pounds, almost enough for him to buy a main ingredient for a Faceless

still have to pay 50 pounds to Lawyer Jurgen, leaving me with 2,185 pounds… I’ll have to thank Talim when I see him… A thought flashed through Klein’s mind. He signed and stamped the contract.

for a pleasant

golden pocket watch and looked at it before

an important person waiting for me. I’m really sorry, but there will still be a lot

claimed reimbursement from using fake information that points to

the house and getting into a carriage,

agreed too

do you say that?” Klein asked

know what Jurgen was

rather seriously, “When we were talking about the

the moment, deflating the overall valuation, you should’ve kept more shares even

Even if it were only 500 pounds,

did agree very readily without any hesitation. It was a huge transaction, so that does seem rather abnormal for me… As

Lawyer Pacheco? One of them is a Beyonder? Fortunately, the price was fairly reasonable… As he pondered over the matter, Klein said

no idea how to explain it, so he randomly chose an

a smart person, then they would go along with the opening and perfect the explanation with their own reasoning. There

this was a move aimed at smart people. Ordinary people would

Klein’s brief silence, he

I haven’t even thought of what to say… Klein pointed to the steam metro station in front of them and said, “I’m getting off here. I need to meet

…

the window and blew out a ring of smoke. He

“My powers aren’t suitable for such

Framis nodded slightly.

wanted to remind

powers in such situations. Do not let this affect what matters

Pacheco replied