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

his hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted

Sherlock Moriarty, I’m a butler who has come to

your esteemed master? Why is he looking for

road. It had a deep black outer shell, and there was a curtain on the inside

that there was a coat of arms in a conspicuous part

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

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

he’s a rather powerful Beyonder… Klein

professional and stern butler didn’t pay attention to his scrutiny. He revealed a polite smile 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 the

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

by his death, and he heard that you were there

I wasn’t… Klein subconsciously wanted to deny

Talim die in

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

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

please.” The old butler bent down slightly, extended his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at the carriage on the opposite side of

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

the old butler brought with him opened the door

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

The bottles displayed in the cabinets were obviously of high quality. As for Black Rand, they referred to strong distilled wines mixed with

wet streets, Klein asked in

you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of Empress Borough.” The old

thought for a moment, then he asked

already straight, became even straighter as he raised

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

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

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

was inspected by two soldiers in red military uniforms and white trousers. He didn’t hide the existence of his gun holster

around Prince Edessak who could tell that he was carrying

the prince knows that I’m a private detective, so his subordinates definitely wouldn’t send guests to the police station just because I was illegally in possession of a gun… Klein

followed the old butler, went around the main house, and came to a

drawback of this place was that the vegetation had long since withered away

Tap. Tap. Several horses came running from the distance and stopped in front of