Lord of the Mysteries

As he returned from Saint Samuel Cathedral to 160 Böklund Street, Klein saw his white-gloved butler, Walter, walk up to him.

“Sir, someone delivered a name card. He said that his employer wishes to visit you from four to five,” Walter said with a staid expression.

Klein tried figuring out who the visitor was, but he had no clue. He nodded gently and said, “Who’s his employer?”

Walter darted his gaze around and saw that the other servants were rather far away. He then replied, “Baron Syndras.”

Baron Syndras… That millionaire tycoon who obtained his aristocratic title with the help of the Conservative Party and Duke Negan, and is also one of the most famous bankers and entrepreneurs in the kingdom? I previously helped Ma’am Mary purchase the Coim Company shares. The competitor happens to be him and his friends… He’s visiting me personally for that matter? It’s only a transaction worth about 13,000 pounds. It shouldn’t be something that requires him to go this far… As Klein’s mind raced, he walked to the staircase that led to the second floor.

Walter walked half a step behind him as he said, “Sir, if you don’t wish to meet Baron Syndras, I’ll inform him that you got caught up at Saint Samuel Cathedral, listening to the bishop’s preachings, and might return very late.”

In between the lines, the butler was saying that Baron Syndras was a believer of the Lord of Storms. It was impossible for him to head directly to Saint Samuel Cathedral to seek him out.

Klein thought and smiled before gently saying, “This is a noble who has immense influence in the banking industry. I’ll definitely come across him in the future, so I have to meet him.

“Hmm… Arrange the meeting to be at the small living room on the second floor where there’s the most sunlight.”

According to what Klein knew, Baron Syndras was the third-largest shareholder of Backlund Bank and the largest shareholder of Southville People’s Bank. In Loen Kingdom’s banking industry, he was definitely one of the few people with the greatest influence.

“Yes, sir.” Walter didn’t nag on.

At ten past four, Klein met the visitor who often appeared on the papers, in the predetermined living room.

The only thing that was different and deviated from his expectations was that Backlund turned cloudy after three. The weather had turned dark and began drizzling. It didn’t bring in the bright and warm sunshine.

Baron Syndras was identical to how he looked on the papers. He had black hair mixed with some white hair that was neatly combed backward, revealing his broad forehead and receding hairline.

His face was rather round, but it lacked the flesh needed to support it. His cheekbones were rather high, and his wrinkles were obvious.

Unlike most Loenese his age, Baron Syndras didn’t have any facial hair. He was clean-shaven, and his light-blue eyes were nearly colorless.

Beside him were a valet and bodyguard. They were the kind of people that didn’t attract much attention. The former’s greatest characteristic was his thin hair, while the latter had short hair if you didn’t count the thick beard that reached down from his ears.

Lord Syndras. It’s my honor to have you here as

bodies forward and reach out their right hand for a handshake when greeting a guest, but at this moment, he was in front of a noble; thus,

gently as he

I should’ve visited you a long time ago, Dwayne Dantès, an experienced gentleman who knows much about the

two took their seats while the valets and bodyguards settled

say something when Baron Syndras said with a genial tone, “Dantès, I’m really impressed with people like you. Not everyone can obtain riches from the chaos in the Southern Continent. This requires plenty of guts and the courage to face

of starting

commoner in the true sense of the word. His great grandfather and grandfather had benefited from the development of the colonies, earning them plenty of money from the sea trade. They were

generation, he blitzed into the developing banking industry with

another. The most harrowing incident was when the Southville People’s Bank he founded suffered from a

has already discovered the problems with my background, and is using it as a warning?

Southern Continent do have the spirit of adventure, but that’s all they

hired Mr. Rebach some time

listened in

that fills me with

was very sincere in hoping that Rebach could continue being my butler, but

picked up the black tea that had been served by

be friends. I hope you

will give you an offer you can’t

But I have a contract with Ma’am Mary… Klein fell silent for two seconds and said with a

hearing such an answer, Syndras didn’t show any obvious anger. He smiled, curious and surprised, “Aren’t you going

his hands with a wry

I will find

up. “You’re as humorous as they say. At the same time, you

and valet before saying to Dwayne Dantès with a smile, “Being a partner with you is definitely better than being a competitor.

Klein wasn’t a Spectator, so he wasn’t able to interpret the subtleties. All he could

and nodded. Without saying another word, he

distance, Butler Walter suddenly said, “Sir, should I

nearly failed to

“At times, competition in business can

noticed the veiled threats by Baron Syndras? Klein curled the corners of his lips and said, “I’m not

I’m about to cooperate with the military… Therefore, I’m not afraid of suffering any form of retaliation in the Beyonder domain, and I’m not afraid that matters will develop like with the Intis ambassador. Besides, Baron Syndras is a successful man with status and power. He