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.

I know who you’re

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

butler who has come to invite you in

esteemed master? Why is he looking

noticed a carriage parked across the cement 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

of arms was a vertical sword facing

Judgment representing the royal Augustus family!

he’s a rather powerful

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,

using false information 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 seconds

by his death, and he heard that you were there when

subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he ultimately could only

saw Talim die in

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

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 this

Mr. Moriarty, please.” The old butler bent down slightly, extended his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at

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 soon as possible! In that case, my ability to resist risks would more than double! When Klein put on his coat and hat

moment, the servant the old butler brought with him opened the door for

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

were obviously of high quality. As for Black Rand, they referred to strong distilled wines mixed

drove through the wet streets, Klein asked

you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts

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

back, which was already straight, became

Might-wielder, the fifth son of

should be around 21 to 22 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

soldiers in red military uniforms and

could tell that he was

I was illegally in possession

butler, went around the main house, and came

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

Several horses came running from the