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.

I know who you’re looking

hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted in

come to invite

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

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

Klein looked closely and suddenly saw that there was a coat of arms

main body of the coat of arms was a vertical sword facing down, and the hilt of

Judgment… It’s the Sword of Judgment representing the royal Augustus

he’s a rather powerful

sense, you do know him. You have been providing him clues about the organization that is symbolized by the tarot cards, and he has paid for the

to him… I can’t refuse

his death, and he heard that you were there when it happened,” the old butler articulated

I wasn’t… Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he ultimately could only

Talim die in front

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

have any reason to refuse? That would 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 planned this

his right white-gloved hand, and

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 to the carriage with the royal coat of arms, he had already

old butler brought with

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

were obviously of high quality. As for Black Rand, they referred to strong distilled wines mixed with other fermented grains, which,

carriage drove through the wet streets, Klein asked in passing, “Are we

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

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

old housekeeper’s back, which was already straight, became

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

22 years old… Klein recalled what he had seen in the

to the

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

tell that he was carrying a gun, and that it easily made

illegally in possession of a gun… Klein

two more inspections, Klein followed the old butler, went around the main house, and came

had long since withered away in the dead of winter,

came running from the distance and stopped in front of