Lord of the Mysteries

The royal family… Klein held the letter he received from Isengard Stanton and silently murmured to himself.

He looked up and outside the window, and he saw the rain pattering down. The gas lamps on the streets were giving off quiet halos.

Inside the living room, the coffee table was neat and tidy, with a few stacks of newspapers placed in the corner. There was silence all around him.

Klein sat on the sofa as he leaned forward a little. He sat there silently for a long time.

After nearly ten minutes, he exhaled and shook his head. Slowly and heavily, he tossed the letter into the trash can.

He slowly stood up and expressionlessly walked to the second floor.

And in the trash can, Isengard Stanton’s letter caught fire silently and quickly crumpled into black ashes.

…

On Monday morning, Klein stood in front of the mirror, pressed his right thumb and middle finger to his temples, and rubbed them with a little more strength.

When he was done, he turned on the faucet, lowered his body, splashed the cold tap water onto his face, and washed his face while having a fit at the cold.

After freshening himself up, he hung up the towel, walked to the first floor, and simply made a single-sided, well-done fried eggs with buttered toast.

Of course, a cup of black tea with a few slices of lemon quenched his thirst and reduced the cloy sensation he was feeling.

After breakfast, as he was idly flipping through the rest of the newspapers, Klein suddenly heard the tinkling of the doorbell.

Who is it? A new commission? Could it be that the Machinery Hivemind has already finished exploring the Amon family’s tomb? No, it can’t be that fast… Klein muttered as he put away his napkin and newspapers and walked slowly to the door.

When he held the handle, the image of the visitor outside the door appeared in his mind.

It was an elderly gentleman dressed to a tee. His snow-white shirt was starched, and a thick grayish-blue vest completely hid his belly. The long tailcoat had sharp lines without any blemishes on it.

The gentleman was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes, so shiny that it was impossible to tell if he had walked through the rain or mud.

He wore a pair of white knitted gloves, with silver hair at his temples. His face was deeply wrinkled, and his light brown eyes were so serious that they didn’t contain a hint of a smile.

I don’t know him… Klein mumbled and opened the door.

know who you’re looking for?” he asked

it to his chest, and saluted in the most standard

has come to invite you in place of

I know your esteemed master? Why is he looking for me?” Klein’s

a carriage parked across the cement road. It had a deep black outer

and suddenly saw that there

arms was a vertical sword facing down,

Judgment representing the royal Augustus family! Klein’s heart palpitated as he

a rather powerful Beyonder… Klein

“You have never met my master, but in a sense, you do know him.

it’s the important figure that Talim mentioned. I’ve been using false information to fleece for funds and even submitted all the reimbursements that Old Kohler required to him… I can’t refuse his invitation now, especially when Talim is dead… Klein pondered for two seconds and said, “Did your master come to me

his death, and he heard that you were there when it

Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he ultimately

I saw Talim die in front

a sad and regretful thing,” the butler said in a sincere tone. “Are you willing

just make me look very suspicious! I might even be killed on the spot by you… Klein looked at him and said, “I happen to have nothing

extended his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at the carriage on the opposite side of

to give up my identity and this foothold at any time… Also, I need to get the Human-skinned Shadow characteristic and the Deep-sea Naga’s

the servant the old butler brought with him opened the door

Klein looked at the wooden cabinets containing red wine, white wine, champagne, Lanti, and Black Rand, along with the crystal glasses. Klein felt rather restricted as

from pure malt. There were many types, such as the sailors’ favorite Lanti Proof. The bottles displayed in the cabinets were obviously of high quality. As for Black Rand, they referred to strong distilled wines mixed with other fermented grains, which, like Lanti,

drove through the wet streets, Klein asked in

Rose Manor on the outskirts of Empress Borough.” The old butler

Klein thought for a moment, then he asked with a smile, “Can you tell

which was already straight, became even straighter

He’s the grandson of the Might-wielder, the fifth son of His Majesty, Duke of Lastings, His

21 to 22 years old… Klein recalled what he

passed through one street after another, going from an artificial lake to the

the manor, Klein was inspected by two soldiers in red military uniforms and white trousers. He didn’t hide the existence of

around Prince Edessak who could tell that he was carrying a gun, and that it easily made things worse

police station just because I was illegally in possession of a gun… Klein watched

the main house, and came to a wide area with hills

only drawback of this place was that the vegetation had long since withered away in the dead of winter, leaving nothing

horses came running from the distance and