Lord of the Mysteries

William Sikes… A land steward… Klein inwardly repeated the response he got before turning the topic of conversation towards the flag and the White Rose War.

After a short chat, he politely bade farewell and walked towards the other exhibits with Walter and Richardson. He continued his own tour of the exhibits, as though his encounter from before was completely trivial, a conversation that was purely coincidental.

When it was almost noon, Klein, who had returned to his high-end four-wheeled carriage, looked out at the passing bicycles when he suddenly said, “Walter, you seem to know Mr. William Sikes?”

Walter solemnly nodded and said, “I once knew him while I was working for Viscount Conrad’s household.

“He served a member of the royal family, the former Earl of Lastings, Prince Edessak.”

He didn’t conceal anything, and he described William Sikes’s background in detail.

He was once in service of Prince Edessak? He’s living quite a good life after the prince passed away because of the Great Smog of Backlund. I wonder what manor he’s the land steward of… Perhaps he knows some secrets? Klein gently nodded and didn’t probe further. He was wondering if he should find an opportunity to investigate William Sikes.

If William Sikes really knows something, the royal family’s faction wouldn’t leave him be. Or perhaps he is part of that faction. In short, investigating him will be a rather dangerous matter. There’s no way to entrust this matter to Miss Magician, Emlyn White, or Miss Xio… Miss Sharron has the ability to do so, but this might result in destroying her peaceful life… The best solution is still to use Hero Bandit Black Emperor. But the problem is that before stealing the Antigonus family’s notebook, my investigations of the Great Smog of Backlund should only be superficial. I shouldn’t alarm anyone or bring about any accidental changes… Klein appeared to admire the streets outside, but many thoughts were going through his mind.

Finally, he decided to hold back for the time being, being unwilling to affect the most pertinent matter he had at present.

After having lunch and taking a nap, Klein received classes in literary appreciation until it was almost evening.

After sending away his teacher, he was just about to head to the second story’s dining hall when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

Amidst the ringing, Klein saw Richardson immediately take a few steps forward to open the door.

Standing outside were two police officers in black-and-white checkered uniforms. From their epaulets, one of them was a high-ranking inspector, while the other was a sergeant.

“Officers, how may I help you?” Richardson asked on behalf of his employer.

The high-ranking inspector was a thin man and had his black hair hidden under his peak cap. His sideburns had a little color as he swept his gaze into the house before warmly saying with a smile, “I’m here for Mr. Dwayne Dantès. There’s a case that involves him and his butler.”

“What is it?” Klein slowly walked to the door. “I’m Dwayne Dantès.”

After introducing himself, he asked politely, “Officers, how may I address you?

“If the matter is a little more complicated and needs more time, why not come to my parlor. We can discuss it over tea.”

The other police officer, the sergeant, was an elegant lady. She was clearly interested in taking up the offer as she looked at the high-ranking inspector, awaiting the decision of her superior.

of female officers, but due to the other faiths and the prevailing trends of society, they suffered some form of discrimination when it came to promotions and positions. They

need for tea, but we need

before getting

a

Royal Museum.” Klein vaguely sensed that

inspector wiped away his smile and said, “He’s dead. He died at a hotel near the

dead?” Klein didn’t hide his puzzlement

him,

he already

solemnly and said, “Yes, the cause of death is rather complicated, and we

he asked. “He had a female partner

by the attendants at the hotel because they had later sent him red wine.” The inspector simply shared the situation and said,

attended lessons. My servants, neighbors, and literary appreciation teacher can prove

his head to Richardson and said, “Bring Walter

Walter walked down from the second story with a white glove and

the two officers questioned the rest of his

politely bidding

matter as he went

took in the scenery outside the window as he awaited his valet, Richardson, to take away the fruits in the

he asked without turning his head,

busy handling various matters. He never left,”

asking further. He began

He slowly exhaled before getting into

middle of the night, Klein’s spirituality was triggered as

the bed, and arrived by the window. He pulled back the curtains a

dim moonlight, a figure carefully passed through the garden’s trail and arrived by the perimeter

broad forehead with raven-black hair and stern brown eyes. He

a Low-Sequence Beyonder…” Klein observed

shadows follow the streets until he arrived at the manhole which Hazel often used to enter the sewers. He removed the manhole cover, climbed

all, he’s leaving from my “territory”… It means that before he became my butler, he had performed such actions quite frequently elsewhere… Klein curled his lips, returned to

Walter, wanting to

hope it doesn’t exceed 100 meters; otherwise, I’ll need to enter the sewers as well… as Klein

immediately used the mysterious connection between different mirrors to jump to the street lamp beside the manhole before

secluded and dark passage after taking ten meters forward. On the wall were

the butler stopped and said to someone, “Why