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.

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

a black clergyman robe. His hair was sparse, and his face looked pale. He resembled a dead

with a lacking expression. He

a single glance. He closed his eyes again and

nose, grayish-blue eyes, loose facial skin, and

wall in front had a few holes. Pure light shone in from them like resplendent stars. It made the dark

Klein felt his spiritual

and saw that the black-robed Keeper had left his

Keepers of Chanis Gate are monitored by the bishops, so it’s a

in front of the donation box, he took out fifty

on duty look over. Their gaze turned friendly

the aisle towards

prayer hall, he walked towards the main entrance alongside a series of intricate murals and colored-pane windows that lined

man with long sideburns and soft facial features. He wore a black trench coat without any gloves, nor did he carry a

green eyes, and he looked handsome with his randomly styled hair.

It felt as though they hadn’t seen each other

Leonard Mitchell!

stop at all. He maintained his pace and stride,

Klein was certain

Leonard and

open, and the clouds outside were thin. There was plenty

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

cracked a human skin-donning Devil

through plenty of setbacks and tribulations before

Soest shook his head with a

known that this

on advancing

curled his lips

had expected. Also, Captain Soest, you’ve finally

isn’t a problem with the Church. If I could’ve endured it better, I could’ve become a Spirit Warlock earlier.” Soest wiped his smile away as he

spoke, the team of Red Gloves entered the dark and serene hall

when he suddenly

just now is

as he asked