Lord of the Mysteries

Desi County, Conant City, 67 Red Indus Street.

Wearing a commonly seen face in the Loen Kingdom, Klein took a step forward and rang the doorbell.

In less than a minute, the door creaked open as a maidservant looked out and asked out of curiosity, “Good evening, who might you be looking for?”

“I’m here to find Ma’am Neelu. I’m a friend of her father, Davy Raymond,” Klein answered calmly.

Derrick Raymond was the Nightmare who he had released from Creeping Hunger. It was a Red Glove from the Nighthawks, and the first thing on his mind before he dissipated was his daughter, Neelu Raymond. He was very apologetic towards her for not spending time with her while she grew up, making her effectively lose her father when she had already lost her mother. Klein had promised him that he would make a visit to the beautiful coastal city if he had the chance to visit his daughter.

Having probed for more information earlier, Klein had gained a general idea about Neelu Raymond’s situation. After this girl graduated from grammar school, she worked at the Women and Children Care Foundation which was run by the Church of the Evernight Goddess. She had a weekly salary of 2 pounds 10 soli and was the target of envy by her neighbors.

She also inherited an inheritance from her “businessman” father. As for how much it was, no one knew. They just knew that she was richer than most people from the middle-class.

Typically speaking, women with such wealth would place great emphasis on their marriage. They would repeatedly select and observe candidates, resulting in their late marriage. However, Neelu had married to a civil servant just a year later.

As both parties were believers of the Evernight Goddess, she didn’t take on her husband’s last name. She continued going by the name Neelu Raymond, and she continued staying at 67 Red Indus Street.

After hearing Klein’s answer, the maidservant quickly requested him to wait as she entered the living room to report to her mistress.

Before long, a woman in a home dress walked to the door. She had black hair and blue eyes. Her face was rather thin, and she was rather pretty. She resembled Davy Raymond.

“Good evening, sir. I’m Neelu, Davy Raymond’s daughter. May I know when you got to know my father?” Neelu Raymond asked politely but warily.

Klein took off his hat and smiled.

“I got to know him at sea. It’s been several years.”

Neelu Raymond swept him with a wary gaze and said, “Perhaps you might not know, but he has already passed away.”

Klein sighed and replied, “Yes, I know. I got to know him through that disaster. He had some words to say back then which I didn’t think too much about. However, the more I thought about it in recent years, the more I felt that I should inform you.”

“Is that so?” Neelu said softly. After some thought, she invited him. “Please come in. Would you mind if my husband listens in?”

“This is up to you to decide,” Klein frankly replied.

Neelu nodded and led Klein into the study. Her husband had the looks of an ordinary civil servant with a gentleman’s bearing. He put down his newspapers and followed them in.

After both parties sat down, Klein looked at the couple on the sofa and deliberated.

“Mr. Davy Raymond once experienced disaster after another. He lost his father, mother, wife, brothers, and sisters.”

Neelu nodded with a deadpan expression.

“I know.”

to be a merchant, but he was in

didn’t object to

that

fell silent for a second before she rapidly replied,

gaze to the old books

you enter the hall of marriage under the witness of the Goddess,

as she turned agape, answering only two seconds

“… I know.”

forward slightly as

as a

he loves you

few seconds as she blinked. She turned her head to the side and scoffed with an

“Got it…”

a deep look

done passing on the message.

with silence, Neelu’s husband nodded gently as a

to the door of the study. Just as he twisted the doorknob,

person do you

head, and curled his lips. He said

didn’t stay any longer as he opened the door and walked

he wore his hat and left 67 Red Indus Street, soft, restrained sobbing

left the borough and entered a

the seventh row from the back. He faced the crimson half-moon and the black Sacred Emblem filled with

quickly passed. Klein slowly opened his eyes

he left behind an

aisle and left the

his back facing the hall, he wore his hat, raised his right

Pa!

ignited where he sat, garnering the priest’s attention. When this gentleman rushed over, the flames

the item was,

other priests rushed outside the cathedral, the gentleman in a tailcoat and half top hat had already

The next morning.

a local black market, Klein had obtained a new identity

second-class ticket worth 18 soli, as well as identification documents for himself. He held a black leather suitcase as

his forties. He was slightly more than 180 cm tall, and his black hair had a few silver strands. His deep blue eyes were like a lake at night, and he was rather good looking. He gave

at the identification documents, Klein’s eyes reflected his

thought, he placed the suitcase on the ground, laid it down, and

there was a black wooden box containing the former Loen soldier,

his suitcase, he heard a whistle. A steam train chugged into the station spewing smoke before it slowed down to a

and cast his gaze forward as he examined it in silence. Then, he looked

then stood straight, carried his belongings, and walked to