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.

you’re looking for?” he

elderly gentleman took off his hat, pressed it to his

a butler who has come

your esteemed master? Why is he looking for me?”

the cement 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

closely and suddenly saw that there was a coat of arms in

was a vertical sword facing down, and the hilt

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

powerful

and said, “You have never met my master, but in a sense, you do know him. You have been providing him clues about the organization that is symbolized

to fleece for funds and even submitted all the reimbursements that Old Kohler required to him… I can’t refuse his invitation now,

friend. He was sad and confused by his death, and he heard that you were there

wanted to deny

saw Talim die

said in a

I might even be killed on the spot by you… Klein looked at him and said, “I happen to have

bent down slightly, extended his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at the carriage on the

this foothold at any time… Also, I need

the servant the old butler brought with him

Klein looked at the wooden cabinets containing red wine, white wine, champagne, Lanti, and Black

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

streets, Klein asked in

at the Red Rose Manor on

the royal family’s manor… Klein thought for a moment, then he asked with a smile, “Can you

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

Might-wielder, the fifth son of His Majesty, Duke of Lastings, His Highness

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 the Quelaag

to the northwest. After more than an hour, they finally arrived

the entrance to the manor, Klein was inspected by two soldiers in red military uniforms and white trousers.

that there were definitely people around Prince Edessak who could tell that he was carrying a gun, and that

I’m a private detective, so his subordinates definitely wouldn’t send guests to the police station just because I was illegally in possession of a gun…

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

of this place was that the vegetation had long since withered away in

came running from the distance and stopped in front of