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

an order from the military. They want me to make some improvements, just like it was mentioned in Roselle’s manuscript; increase the armor’s bulletproof plating, cover the tracks so that it can drive on a simple road. In addition, add a thick cannon barrel, and then this will be a

he didn’t know what to say until, finally, Leppard

the discussion that followed, the main people talking were Jurgen and Pacheco. The two lawyers would argue with each other and discuss the terms with their employers, while the completely unprepared Inventor Leppard sat

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

time, Framis agreed to buy a further 18% of Klein’s shares at a premium, and this cost him a thousand pounds

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

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

of the shares. His job was to help in the setting up of the assembly line for mass

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

sent his personal wealth skyrocketing to 2,235 pounds, almost enough for him to buy a main ingredient for a Faceless potion. As a private detective, he still continued accepting commissions in the

see him… A thought flashed through Klein’s mind. He signed and stamped

for a pleasant

pocket watch and looked at it

there’s an important person waiting for me. I’m really sorry, but

fake information that points to the Aurora Order? Klein suddenly felt a little guilty.

house and getting into a carriage,

agreed

do you say that?”

even know what Jurgen

said rather seriously, “When we were talking about

prospect for bikes. Although it’s just an invention at the moment, deflating the overall valuation, you should’ve kept more shares even though 5,000

to haggle for 500 pounds, but you actually agreed to 18%. Even if it

was a huge transaction, so that does seem rather abnormal for me… As Klein thought back to the scene from before, he

Beyonder? Fortunately, the price was fairly reasonable… As he pondered over the matter, Klein said to Jurgen who was waiting for

idea how to explain it, so he randomly chose an

person, then they would go along with the opening and perfect the explanation with their own reasoning. There was no need for Klein

at smart people. Ordinary people would end up pressing, “so” or

a smart man. Noticing Klein’s

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

…

down the window and blew out a ring of smoke. He said to the inconspicuous

was passively triggered,” Pacheco said with a smile. “My powers aren’t suitable for

Framis nodded slightly.

just wanted

powers in such situations. Do not let this affect

Pacheco replied