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.”

he was in fact seeking out the

Neelu didn’t object to

regretful that he didn’t manage to

for a second before

swept his gaze to the old books around him

of the Goddess, to have

face as she turned

“… I know.”

forward slightly as

that he died as a result of an accident. All the murderers from

that he loves you very much and that he’s

seconds as she blinked. She turned her head to the side

“Got it…”

deep look before

the message. It’s

silence, Neelu’s husband nodded gently

Just as he twisted the doorknob, Neelu Raymond’s voice sounded from

of person do

a second, turned his head, and curled

as he opened the door and walked to

Red Indus Street, soft, restrained sobbing suddenly drilled into

his head silently, Klein left the borough

serene aisle, he sat in the seventh row from the back. He faced the crimson half-moon and the black Sacred Emblem filled with resplendent stars. He took off his hat, lowered his head, and held his hands to

the silence and tranquility, time quickly passed. Klein slowly opened his eyes as he gently stood

he left behind

and left the prayer hall, going straight

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

Pa!

gentleman rushed over, the flames

Although the priest didn’t know what the item was, his spiritual perception told him that it

cathedral, the gentleman in a tailcoat and half top hat had already

The next morning.

market, Klein had obtained a new identity

identification documents for himself. He held a black leather suitcase as he stood at the platform with his back

black hair had a few silver strands. His deep blue eyes

at the identification documents, Klein’s eyes reflected

ground, laid it down,

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

suitcase, he heard a whistle. A steam train chugged into the station spewing smoke before

cast his gaze forward as he examined it in silence. Then, he looked down at his suitcase and whispered, “It’s time

then stood straight, carried his belongings,