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?”

it to

I’m a butler who has come to invite you in place of my

is he looking for me?” Klein’s head was completely

road. It had a deep black outer shell, and there was a curtain on the inside of the window. It was obvious that it was nothing

and suddenly saw that there was a coat of arms

was a vertical sword facing down, and the hilt

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

he’s a rather powerful Beyonder… Klein made

met my master, but in a sense, you do know him. You have been providing him clues about the organization that is symbolized by the tarot cards,

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

He was sad and confused by his death, and he heard that you

deny

saw Talim die

regretful thing,” the butler said in a sincere tone. “Are

any reason to refuse? That would just make me look very suspicious! I might even be killed on the

slightly, extended his right white-gloved hand, and

important figures. In the end, I have no choice but to face the person behind Talim after his death… I wonder if this would attract attention or lead to more in-depth background checks… I have to plan ahead and be ready 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 hair and advance to Faceless as

the servant the old butler

wine, champagne, Lanti, and Black Rand, along with the crystal glasses. Klein felt rather restricted as he sat

cabinets were obviously of high quality. As for Black Rand, they referred to strong distilled wines mixed with

through the wet streets, Klein asked in passing, “Are we going to Empress

is waiting for you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of

a moment, then he asked with a

housekeeper’s back, which was already straight, became even straighter as he raised his

of the Founder and Protector. He’s the grandson of the Might-wielder, the

the second youngest prince, but he should be around 21 to 22 years old… Klein recalled what he had seen in the occasional descriptions in the newspapers and magazines at

passed through one street after another, going from an artificial lake to the northwest. After more than an hour, they finally arrived at

Klein was inspected by two soldiers in red military uniforms and white trousers. He didn’t

was carrying a

definitely wouldn’t send guests to the police station just because I was illegally in possession of a gun… Klein watched as the soldier took the gun holster and revolver before he was informed

butler, went around the main house, and came to a wide area with hills and flowing

the vegetation had long since

horses came running from the distance and stopped in front of