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

hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted in

Moriarty, I’m a butler who has come to invite you in place

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

a carriage parked across the cement road. It had a deep black outer shell, and there was a curtain on the inside of the window.

Klein looked closely and suddenly saw that there was a

was a vertical sword facing down, and the hilt of the sword

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

rather powerful

sense, you do know him.

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

death, and he

Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it,

I saw Talim die in

a sad and regretful thing,” the butler said in a sincere tone. “Are you willing to accept my master’s

me look very suspicious! I might even be killed on the spot by you… Klein looked at him

then. Mr. Moriarty, please.” The old butler bent down slightly, extended his right white-gloved

to avoid getting involved with 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 soon as possible! In that case, my ability to resist risks would more than double! When Klein put on his coat and hat and walked

old butler brought with him opened the

red wine, white wine, champagne, Lanti, and Black

referred to strong distilled spirits made 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

wet streets, Klein asked in passing,

is waiting for you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of Empress Borough.” The old butler

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

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

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

prince, but he should be around 21 to 22 years old… Klein recalled what

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

Klein was inspected by two soldiers in red military uniforms and

he was carrying a gun, and that it easily

was illegally in possession of a gun… Klein watched as the

old butler, went around the main house, and

vegetation had long since withered away

horses came running from the distance and stopped in front