Lord of the Mysteries

For a second, Klein’s act of casually sweeping his gaze paused on that familiar person’s figure.

He immediately sensed the abnormality in his reaction since a demigod’s spiritual perception wouldn’t fail to notice it.

His back muscles tensed up as his mind raced, producing figurative sparks.

He didn’t immediately move his gaze away as he continued looking at the demigod suspected to be from the Black Emperor pathway. He smiled at Macht and said, “This place really isn’t just for veteran officers.”

This sounded like a result of careful observation, but it was nothing but meaningless chatter.

Macht chuckled.

“Any club will exceed its original restrictions when it further develops itself.”

His answer didn’t seem to offer anything, but on careful consideration, it did seem to imply something or perhaps something that was the complete opposite.

At this moment, the broad-shouldered and long-armed gentleman in a black suit had also naturally turned his head. He looked at the two men, and he noticed that the tycoon who had donated 15,000 pounds was looking at him and his companions while engaging Member of Parliament Macht with a whisper.

This made him feel that his look of surprise was more of a natural reaction towards learning of his occupation.

Then, he retracted his gaze and continued his topic of conversation.

And at this moment, Klein’s back was covered in a layer of cold sweat, and his legs were going limp.

Although he had, in a way, faced the demigod before and had even fought with him, to have such a close encounter in such a small place, with danger happening in a split second, this was a first. And more importantly, he was far from prepared to face a demigod. Not only did he lack a marionette, all he had on him was Death Knell, Azik’s copper whistle, and the adventurer’s harmonica.

The Sea God Scepter was impossible to bring on his person. Furthermore, the usage of it had strict environmental limitations; otherwise, it would result in massive damage. If he kept Groselle’s Travels on him for too long, he might be pulled into the book world. When that happens, it would become troublesome trying to exit it. Creeping Hunger was still lacking a seal, so it needed to feed every day. Unless necessary, it was impossible to take it out ahead of time. The Fate Siphon charm was made from a Worm of Time, so it was an unknown if it would attract Amon. Unless he could use it very quickly, Klein obviously lacked the courage to bring it on him.

If the demigod who was suspected to be from the Black Emperor pathway had discovered something wrong with him, there was only one optimal solution he could think of.

It was to blow the harmonica and summon Miss Messenger to get her to help him escape Backlund via the spirit world!

He had never thought of letting Reinette Tinekerr engage in a direct battle while he held Death Knell from the side to find an opportunity to fire. This was Backlund, the home ground of the official Beyonders. With Miss Messenger’s unique appearance, that man could easily pin a crime on her, and what awaited Klein would be a joint attack on him. There was bound to be increasing numbers of demigods and powerful Sealed Artifacts.

manner that adhered to logic. Using the Clown’s ability to control his

were, to appear uninterested as a

that person turning to look at him had exposed his

black brows with a short and hard crew-cut of the same color. He had dark blue eyes and a high nose-bridge with a bushy mustache spreading out from his mouth. He had a long face with

and was probably in his

Klein felt that he looked more like an Arbiter pathway’s

demigod’s bearing was closer to that of a Warrior’s,

answer him. Even if he was still wary of the magic mirror, he could always commission Miss Xio, Miss Sharron,

no matter how well-hidden this demigod was, it was unlikely for him to have a low-ranking position. It would be easy to

step. Two steps. Three steps. Klein left the East Balam Military Veterans

leaned on the wall, closed his eyes, and kept silent for a few seconds. Inwardly,

of clues leading to the truth of the Great Smog of Backlund has

his eyes or say a word, as though he was recounting the business problems he had previously discussed. But in fact, it was to quell his emotions that had been left in an

times, only to

he didn’t say a word, focused on

previous encounter, Klein momentarily didn’t have the capacity to be bothered about him and had pretended to

and grinding wheels, they returned to

by the lady’s maid when Richardson, who was holding his hat and cane, took two steps forward and

in cash to hand to Housekeeper Taneja

of the importance of having a butler and valet

a master couldn’t keep from them; therefore,

was born in the Southern Continent and am fluent in Dutanese. I’m also very familiar with the various local traditions. I should be of

language of the ancient Balam Empire. In present-day East and West Balam, the citizens still used this language. Only people of the middle- and upper-class knew

it. Therefore, although the different states had different accents, they all used Dutanese. The written language

or more than a hundred dialects and languages, that would be a headache… However, Dutanese and ancient Feysac doesn’t belong to the same system. I’m unable to easily grasp the various branches by learning the latter. Finding an interpreter is necessary. Oh, Anderson seems to be fluent in Dutanese. He never seemed to mention having any problems with communication in West Balam… Klein finished listening to Richardson when he suddenly realized what was stumping

he needed to follow whenever his employer headed out. There was no need for a butler to do

that a valet was like a secretary for the master’s daily

his past; therefore, when he got into the carriage, he had tried to mention his traits but was

before saying, “I can tell that you don’t like the Southern Continent. Why are you telling me

slowly bowed his head and looked