Lord of the Mysteries

Inside the carriage outside the Quelaag Club.

“The Desire Apostle might not necessarily be Jason Beria? You believe that we might’ve been misled?” Ikanser didn’t scoff, show contempt, or think lightly of what Klein had said. Instead, he began to seriously discuss the problem with him.

Not a bad deacon… However, it could also be due to him frequently using the magic mirror name Arrodes. No matter how bad his temper is, it would eventually be worn out… Klein praised silently and nodded sincerely.

“This is my personal opinion, derived from a cautious standpoint.

“It’s very easy to prove it again. Ask the magic mirror of the Desire Apostle’s location, and not of Jason Beria’s location.”

Ikanser pressed down his hat and said, “Makes sense.”

His expression turned serious once again, and his gaze landed on the magic mirror in his palm.

“Deacon Ikanser, if you were to ask for any clues here, the Devil will definitely be able to detect it,” Klein reminded them.

“That’s right.” Ikanser turned his head to the other two members and said, “Continue protecting Mr. Moriarty in secret. Even if the Desire Apostle attacks, the three of you should be able to last for some time. Besides, there’s military personnel nearby.”

“Yes, Deacon!” the two Machinery Hivemind members answered without hesitation.

Ikanser left at once, heading for where the Nighthawks were, which was around Isengard Stanton.

With the Spellsinger of God stirred, and the Sealed Artifact of the Church of Goddess Church out in force… if the Desire Apostle were to really do anything, it would definitely be this afternoon… Let’s hope that there’s enough time and that the magic mirror will give him the correct answer… But this way, I won’t have a chance to get involved, and I won’t be able to personally see the Devil that has harmed all of us die, and I won’t have access to his suitcase full of money, gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry… Klein looked at the Ikanser’s departing back and sighed in disappointment.

However, his mood soon recovered.

That’s good too. At the very least I won’t have to take any risks and be able to safely get out of this predicament.

Furthermore, the Machinery Hivemind definitely won’t treat me unfairly. If I were to succeed, my opinions and suggestions definitely would’ve played an important role. Furthermore, I’m a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery, so it’s likely I’ll receive some of the spoils… Considering the premise of 50,000 pounds, it shouldn’t be too small…

Klein couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful as he thought of this.

But he wouldn’t risk himself by getting involved.

A Magician never performs unprepared!

It happened too quickly and hastily, without giving me any time to plan at all…Klein nodded at the two Machinery Hivemind members, got out of the carriage, and returned to the Quelaag Club, where he had no trouble getting the attendant to allocate him a break room.

…

Hillston Borough. In Isengard Stanton’s living room.

Leonard Mitchell combed some of his slightly unruly black hair. In accordance with Captain Soest’s instructions and the help of the other Nighthawks, he barely managed to put on the silver armor, which was stained with large amounts of blood.

He pulled down his visor and hid his green eyes in the darkness. Then he extended his left hand, which was covered by a silver metal gauntlet, and held the magic mirror Ikanser handed him.

and Machinery, the code

Grade 2 Sealed Artifact?” Soest asked,

Ikanser nodded.

it’s not that

sounded like he was

it’s other aspects have reached the standards of a Grade 1 Sealed

glanced

“Only in certain aspects.”

divulge

moment, Leonard used his right hand to gently stroke the surface of the silver mirror. The living

a deep voice, “Honorable Arrodes, my question is: ‘Where is

dark as though

image quickly formed—it was a luxurious villa with a large garden in front of

of the garden, there was a glass greenhouse, with bright red roses blooming

glass greenhouse, the pale sun could still be seen behind the

on the angle of

asked about Jason Beria! We’ve been tricked!” Ikanser said in a deep

Assurer Soest exhaled and said, “How

who’s the Jason Beria that Spellsinger of God

down the general location of the presented scene. Then,

the silver mirror known as Arrodes had dissipated the

a question, and if he lied or refused to answer,

a little nervous. He put away his usual frivolous attitude and quietly waited for

the blood-red words change, taking shape

your body, is there something

pupils rapidly contracted. His back tensed up, and

him being concealed by the blood-stained silver armor, the others would’ve

at this moment, his left palm

with a tint of green. If one didn’t keep staring at the mirror with rapt attention, it would be difficult for others to discover that the color of

“On your body, is there a

his body inside the blood-stained silver armor felt a sense of exhaustion

recovered a bit after such

his pocket watch, pressed it open to take a look, and said to Leonard,

time, you’ll be in charge of the rest

let

…

Dock area, Backlund Shipyard.

a cabin he

out of the window and observed the sky filled with fog as he silently counted the

his hat and clothes. Then, with a tug of his hand, he pulled off the

early thirties with a profound look in her eyes. She wasn’t the man with brown hair and brown eyes whom Klein had seen during

took out some clothes and put them on methodically, quickly becoming an

out a fist-sized stone figurine from the bottom of a suitcase and wrapped it tightly with