Lord of the Mysteries

Having read many magazines, Klein knew that the social life he wanted to enter had many balls, so he wasn’t surprised by Walter’s suggestion. He said with a nod, “Okay.”

With that said, he looked sideways at his valet, Richardson.

“Prepare the carriage. I’ll be heading over to Saint Samuel Cathedral.”

Klein vividly remembered that his main goal was to act as a devout believer of the Evernight Goddess in order to get to know the corresponding clergymen, and from there he would find a way to sneak into Chanis Gate. Therefore, he planned to pray at the cathedral whenever he had the time to express his sincerity and get to know the members of the clergy.

“Yes, sir,” Richardson answered politely.

Before long, Klein boarded his rented luxurious four-wheeled carriage, decked out in a coat and a top hat. As he enjoyed the scenery on his journey, he sampled the black tea that was adorned with a slice of lemon.

In fact, there was a tiny bar counter in the carriage, and in it, Butler Walter had specially prepared Golden Lanti, Winter Black Rand, and other distilled liquor, as well as all kinds of red and white wine that came from Intis.

However, Klein wasn’t someone who enjoyed drinking. As a Beyonder, he didn’t like the feeling of being tipsy. It made him recall the feeling of losing control; therefore, he used the excuse of him heading to the cathedral, so as to get his valet, Richardson, to prepare a pot of marquis black tea.

“If it’s possible, I would actually like a cup of sweet ice tea. It’s something from the south,” Klein said half-jokingly to Richardson.

“I will prepare it next time,” Richardson immediately replied.

Klein chuckled and shook his head.

“No, there’s no need. That wouldn’t appear decent.

“Once I’m more familiar with the neighbors, and have hosted a Desi-styled banquet, we can prepare some sweet ice tea. Heh heh, I believe their children will like it.”

When Richardson realized that he had mistaken his employer’s intentions, he hurriedly said in a fluster, “I will keep it in mind.”

It only took twenty minutes to go from 160 Böklund Street to the Saint Samuel Cathedral at Phelps Street on foot. If it wasn’t because he needed to hire a coachman and rent a carriage to project an image befitting his status, Klein would rather walk over to digest his food and strengthen his body.

Soon, the carriage stopped along the square outside the cathedral. Klein held his gold-inlaid cane, got out of the carriage, and stopped there to enjoy the pigeons’ dance.

After entering the cathedral and coming to the main prayer hall, he passed his top hat and cane to Richardson. He found a seat near the aisle and sat down. He lowered his head, clasped his hands, and seriously and silently prayed.

Richardson sat behind him to his side, putting the items in place as he glanced at the Dark Sacred Emblem on the altar. He then closed his eyes.

In the serene atmosphere, Klein felt his spirituality lightly scatter. He wasn’t too surprised by this, because the praying masses in the cathedral would encounter something similar. The tiny bits of spirituality that carried pious beliefs gathered together to provide power to the Chanis Gate’s seals underground.

unknown period of time, his spiritual perception triggered as he opened his eyes and looked

dressed in a black clergyman robe. His hair

he had a cold aura with a lacking expression. He blended

made a judgment from a single glance. He closed his eyes again and continued praying. Of course,

grayish-blue eyes, loose facial skin, and

He focused on praying to the Goddess. Inside the prayer hall, the wall in front had a few holes. Pure light shone in from them like resplendent stars. It made

by as Klein felt his

the black-robed Keeper had left his seat and entered a passageway to the

a normal precaution… This means that I have to become friends with the priests and bishops of Saint Samuel Cathedral to obtain the

altar. Standing in front of the donation

made the bishop and priest on duty look over. Their gaze turned friendly as

gently at the clergymen, turned around, and walked down the aisle towards the exit. Richardson held his hat and cane and

towards the main entrance alongside a series of intricate murals and colored-pane windows that lined the

a middle-aged man with long sideburns and soft facial features. He wore a

eyes, and he looked handsome with his randomly styled hair. He looked like he hadn’t combed it after

his looks and figure. It felt as though they hadn’t seen

Leonard Mitchell!

a little, but he didn’t stop at all. He maintained his pace and stride, and he walked towards the few

Klein was certain that

gaze at Leonard and company before passing them

main entrance was open, and the clouds outside were

of boredom, and he retracted his gaze. He said with a sigh, “I hope we can stay in Backlund for a few days this time to have a good rest. The case this time wasn’t only dangerous and thrilling, but it also required us to be tense the

of Red Gloves had just cracked a human skin-donning

at all. They went through plenty of setbacks and tribulations before completing the

Soest shook his head

known that this would be how it would be back when you chose to

congratulations on advancing to

his

slower than I had expected. Also, Captain Soest, you’ve

I could’ve endured it better, I could’ve become a Spirit Warlock earlier.” Soest wiped his smile away as he walked into the prayer hall’s corridor.

Red Gloves entered the dark

praying when he suddenly heard a slightly aged voice ring in his

just now is

down as he asked with a suppressed