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

hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted in the most

I’m a butler who has come to

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

moment, he had already noticed a carriage parked across the cement road. It had a deep black outer shell, and there

amidst being low-key… Klein looked closely and suddenly saw that there was a coat

sword facing down, and the hilt of the

the royal Augustus family! Klein’s heart

rather powerful Beyonder… Klein made

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

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,

Talim was his friend. He was sad and confused by his death, and he heard that

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

saw Talim die in front

butler said in a

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

white-gloved hand, and pointed at

been trying 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

servant the old butler brought with him opened the door for

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

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

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.”

Klein thought for a moment, then he

already straight,

is the descendant of the Founder and Protector. He’s the grandson of the Might-wielder, the fifth son of His Majesty, Duke of Lastings,

around 21 to 22 years old… Klein recalled what he had seen in the occasional descriptions in the newspapers and magazines

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

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

was carrying a gun, and that it easily made things

I was illegally

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

long since withered away in the dead of

from the distance and stopped in front