Lord of the Mysteries

160 Böklund Street. In the sunny study.

The bookshelves were orderly arranged with a huge collection. At a glance, one appeared as though they had stepped into a private library.

Klein sat on a high-back chair as he read the newspapers. He discovered that be it the Tussock Times or the Backlund Daily Tribune, there was an additional advertisement in a striking spot—it advertised selling 10% of the Backlund Bike Company’s shares.

Mr. Stanton is rather efficient. It’s only been a few days, and he has completed the financial checks and evaluation… Klein silently reflected on the matter when his spiritual perception was triggered.

He quickly activated his Spirit Vision and saw Reinette Tinekerr walk out of the void. She still held the four blonde, red-eyed heads in her hand, with one of them having a letter in its mouth.

It’s likely a reply from Miss Sharron… As Klein had these thoughts, he reached out to receive it and nodded.

“Thank you.”

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the door because standing outside was his valet, Richardson.

After tearing open the envelope and unfolding the letter, Klein quickly scanned it, confirming that it was written by Sharron. She indicated that she had no intention of buying Biological Poison Bottle, and she might only consider it after a period of time if it was still available.

She’s in a tight financial situation? Or is she saving money to do something important? Klein casually thought and instinctively felt that it was the latter. This was because it was impossible for the demigod named Zatwen to keep staying in Backlund. For now, Sharron and Maric had escaped the pursuit of the Rose School of Thought, and with their Beyonder powers and unique traits about their Sequences, it wasn’t difficult for them to amass money in a relaxed environment. Furthermore, they seemed to be in charge of the illegal arms dealing in the Bravehearts Bar, and they were the backers behind Ian. Just this alone would make them plenty of money.

As he thought about it, Klein looked up and saw Miss Messenger’s eight red eyes looking at him intently.

He jumped in fright, imagining that she was urging him to pay the debt he owed her. He cleared his throat and said, “There’s no need to reply.

“I’ll be paying the first installment within the week.”

Reinette Tinekerr’s four heads spoke one after another.

“There’s no…” “Rush…” “There’s no…” “Interest…”

Miss Messenger is quite nice after all… As Klein sighed, Reinette Tinekerr vanished from her spot, returning back into the depths of the spirit world.

After burning the letter and resting for half an hour, he walked to the door to inform Richardson to prepare the carriage.

He planned on heading to the cathedral before his philosophy class in the afternoon.

The journey there was smooth sailing, and Klein arrived at the square outside Saint Samuel Cathedral after a few sips of tea.

After gaining the serenity from taking in the sights of the pigeons, he strode towards the cathedral’s main door, entered the prayer hall, and randomly found a pew to sit at. Like before, Richardson sat diagonally behind him with his master’s hat and cane.

As he emptied his mind during his prayers, Klein’s spiritual perception was triggered once again. He instinctively opened his eyes and looked left.

saw the black-haired,

wearing a trench coat. He looked casual with his white shirt tucked out while matching

middle-aged man with gray streaks at his sideburns look at him, he smiled with a nod, retracted his gaze, and closed his eyes

he had only

was inevitable for a good-looking, dignified gentleman to attract some attention when he entered. Leonard Mitchell was someone who

this moment, the slightly aged voice sounded in

It’s him.

over to the cathedral yesterday and today

to pray as puzzlement surfaced in his thinking

this fellow, Leonard, become

he’s definitely more pious than me, he’s not the kind of person who would come to the cathedral every day. He would come once or twice a week

goal for coming? He seemed to be

this thought, Klein suddenly

Zoroast family, which makes

Angels of this pathway. “He” could discover the gray fog and

Leonard can also sense the gray fog or the traces of

immediately felt his heart in his throat. He felt

posture, and the eyes under his eyelids remained motionless. His entire person was calm and reserved, completely identical to the cathedral’s

and walked to the altar. He came before the

did the same as before, smiling at the bishop and priest on duty while nodding. He received a rather

of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Klein received his hat from Richardson, and he fed the pigeons on the square for about

believers who had finished their prayers walked out,

entrance, Klein leisurely clapped his hands, took his gold-inlaid

similarly feeding the pigeons on the square, but he didn’t have any intention

and that the parasite in him placed such importance on him, he obviously didn’t

making superficial investigations to gather the

investigation at the moment. There can’t be that many of that particular type of high-end carriage in Backlund. No matter if it’s his, or if it’s rented, it’s easy to determine the source. Then, I’ll know the identity

was an experienced Nighthawk, and he was even an elite Red Glove among

spread its wings and flew over. In its beak there appeared to be a

fly down before dropping the slip. Then, it flapped

it while feeling puzzled. He

“Zoroast;

“Parasite.”

Leonard’s pupils suddenly constricted as he felt all his hair stand up. His

seen through

someone with

the undying monsters that remained from the

in

that every action the middle-aged man with white sideburns and blue eyes had done had left him shocked when he recalled them. He was someone not to be looked