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

off his hat, pressed it to

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

looking

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

and suddenly saw that there was a coat of arms in

arms was a vertical sword facing

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

powerful Beyonder…

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

it’s 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 can’t refuse his invitation now, especially when Talim is dead… Klein pondered for two seconds and said, “Did your master come to me

and he heard that you were there when it happened,” the old butler articulated

Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he ultimately could

die in

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

reason to refuse? That would just make me look very suspicious! I might even be killed

bent down slightly, extended his right white-gloved hand, and pointed at the carriage on the opposite side of the

this foothold at any time… Also, I need to get

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

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

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

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

is waiting for you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts

this is the royal family’s manor… Klein thought for a moment, then he asked with a smile, “Can you tell me your master’s identity

back, which was already straight, became

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

years old… Klein recalled what he had seen

artificial lake to the northwest.

by two soldiers in red military uniforms and white trousers. He didn’t

could tell that he was carrying a gun, and that it

the police station just because I was illegally in possession of a gun… Klein watched as the soldier took the gun holster and

more inspections, Klein followed the old butler, went around the main house, and came to a wide area with hills

of this place was that the vegetation had long since

came running from