Lord of the Mysteries

Someone has infiltrated the compound? Klein didn’t immediately sit up. All he did was turn his body to the side and reached his left palm under his pillow. He secretly held Death Knell, and at the same time, he slowly spread his left hand open, preparing to activate Creeping Hunger.

After knowing that it was difficult to find food for Creeping Hunger in Backlund, he had infiltrated the prisons in Desi Bay’s Conant City, found an inmate on death row, and confirmed that there wasn’t any mistake in the judgment before feeding him to the glove.

The Rose School of Thought has locked onto me? No, it’s impossible for them to be that quick. Besides, if it’s them, they wouldn’t just come but would wait for an opportunity. They will seize the opportunity when I’m passing by a secluded spot and strike so as to not alarm Backlund’s official organizations… I donated too much money at the Moon Mass, causing criminals to target me? Hmm, a generous tycoon who just came to Backlund from a foreign land is indeed an easy target… Of course, I can’t rule out the routine investigations of the Nighthawks… As thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein heard a soft noise coming from the balcony in the adjoining half-open room.

Right on the heels of that, there was the sound of a lock turning as the floor-to-ceiling window was pulled open nearly silently.

Klein carefully listened and sensed the footsteps pass through the half-open room and into the corridor.

After a pause, the footsteps walked towards the master bedroom before passing it, turning the doorknob to his valet’s room.

He went into the wrong room? Or could it be that he’s here to find Richardson? Klein’s heart stirred as he released his grip on Death Knell. He then reached out to the iron cigar case which wasn’t too far.

After he removed the wall of spirituality, an illusory figure in a dark red coat and old triangular hat appeared beside him. It then walked into the full-body mirror.

When Senor, the Wraith marionette, jumped to the glass window in Richardson’s room, he saw a figure with orange-yellow skin, raven-black hair, and soft facial features walk out of the room. As for Richardson, he was silently sitting by the edge of his bed, his body leaning forward. His back was hunched up like he was fused into the darkness.

Horror colored his face as he showed a weak and stumped expression. Finally, he fell silent.

The person is indeed here for Richardson… His traits resemble that of someone from the Southern Continent… He’s agile and skilled. He’s likely not an ordinary person… This is a friend that Richardson got to know at the manor in the Southern Continent, or could it be a maternal relative? Richardson is only a valet with an annual salary of 35 pounds. What matter would need his help? Klein guessed as he used Senor’s vision to observe.

At that moment, he suddenly realized why Richardson was good at observation and often stayed in the balcony to size up any pedestrians.

He was afraid of being found!

I hope it’s not too big a problem and won’t affect my plans… I’ll later divine the matter… If Richardson is unable to resolve the problem, I’ll have to find an excuse to terminate his services… Seeing his valet lie back down, Klein pulled back his Wraith marionette.

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Meanwhile, Leonard Mitchell, who lived at 7 Pinster Street, once again entered the fog-immersed Backlund.

He had previously questioned the Daily Observer reporter, Mike Joseph, and received the news that Sherlock Moriarty didn’t proactively involve himself in Lanevus’s matter. Instead, he participated in a discussion after being hired. This made any suspicions regarding him drop drastically.

matter, and how he had a close relationship with Emlyn White from the Harvest Church, Leonard Mitchell would have had thoughts of giving up the investigation to

many friends at the Quelaag Club, with one of them dying in the matter involving

returned back on track… Heh, most people that Sherlock Moriarty know are involved in Beyonder matters. This detective sure isn’t an ordinary

the dream, he casually found a sofa to sit in and said to Dr. Aaron who was opposite him, “Tell me

how Mrs. Mary had introduced Sherlock Moriarty into the Quelaag Club, and how he was one of the recommenders. He continued until the detective suggested that he inform the Church of

was endorsed by Isengard Stanton… Leonard glanced at the mustached Sherlock which Dr. Aaron conjured

everything in detail, he said, “He headed to the south for

will happen to him. I just wish that he can participate in the celebration of my child’s

Leonard suspected that Sherlock Moriarty might

politely bade farewell and walked out of Dr.

saw that inside the house with a garden, blurry

keep feeling as though something about me is changing… Leonard muttered as he turned to fly

was covered in dense fog. The street lamps were

flying as he cast his

were about five spherical lights floating in silence, making it look different from the

perception told him that there was apparently a black blob in

he didn’t recognize the

suspecting if he had seen something he shouldn’t see. He hurriedly retracted his gaze as he prepared to leave and head

building that looked ordinary

don’t you come in for a cup

erupted in Leonard’s mind as he flew up at high speeds without even

the garden, and tiny buildings were burgeoning in size as the windows and doors turned into mouths that were biting

extending in height, making the surroundings appear like a forest of steel that seemed

turn back. He felt a chill down his back as

body slowly stiffened as though he was being

hold out any longer, he

abruptly, and fell back into

He jolted awake and found himself drenched in

did I actually encounter?” Leonard retracted his legs from the desk’s edge and asked with a sense of lingering

slightly aged voice in his mind replied after