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

it to his chest, and saluted

who has come to invite you

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

It had a deep black outer shell, and there was a

there was a coat of arms in a conspicuous

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

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

a rather powerful Beyonder… Klein made a

a sense, you do know him. You have been providing him

and even submitted all the reimbursements that Old Kohler required to him… I can’t refuse his invitation now, especially when Talim

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

wasn’t… Klein subconsciously wanted to deny

I saw Talim die in

thing,” the butler said in a sincere tone. “Are

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,

his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at

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

the old butler brought

carpet, 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 he sat by the

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 mixed with other

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

Rose Manor on the outskirts of Empress Borough.” The old butler didn’t hide

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

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

the Might-wielder, the fifth son of His

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

horse 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 extremely large

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

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

definitely wouldn’t send guests to the police station just because I was illegally in possession of a gun… Klein watched as the soldier took the

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

that the vegetation had long since withered away in the

Tap. Several horses came running from the