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

to his

butler who has come to invite you in place

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

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

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

vertical sword facing down, and the hilt

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

he’s a rather powerful Beyonder…

my master, but in a sense, you do

the important figure that Talim mentioned. I’ve been using false information to fleece for funds and even submitted all the reimbursements that Old Kohler required to him… I

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

I wasn’t… Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but

die in front

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

might even be killed on the spot by you… Klein looked at him and said, “I happen

down slightly, extended his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at the carriage

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

moment, the servant the old butler brought with him opened

white wine, champagne, Lanti, and Black Rand, along with the crystal

many types, such as the sailors’ favorite Lanti Proof. The bottles displayed in the cabinets were obviously of high quality. As for Black

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

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

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

was already straight, became

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

it’s the third prince, the second youngest prince, but he should be around 21 to 22 years old…

street after another, going from an artificial lake to the northwest. After more than

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

definitely people around Prince Edessak who could tell that he was carrying a gun, and that it easily made

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

followed the old butler, went around the main house,

had long since withered away in the dead of winter, leaving nothing

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