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 asked

gentleman took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted in the

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

he looking for me?” Klein’s head was

had already noticed 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. It was obvious that it was

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

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

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

rather 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 by the tarot cards, and he has paid for

to 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

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

Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he ultimately could only

saw Talim die in front

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

any reason to refuse? That would just make me look very suspicious! I might even be killed on the spot by you… Klein looked

white-gloved

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

butler brought with him opened the door

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

Proof. The bottles displayed in the cabinets were obviously of high quality. As

the wet streets, Klein asked in

you at the Red Rose Manor on the

a moment, then he asked with a smile, “Can

already straight, became even straighter

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

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

passed through one street after another, going from an artificial lake to the

in red military uniforms and white trousers. He didn’t hide the existence of his gun holster and

was carrying a gun, and that it easily

definitely wouldn’t send guests to the police station just because I was illegally in

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

place was that the vegetation had long since withered

Several horses came running from the distance and stopped in