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.

harrowing… Klein moved his gaze away in a manner that adhered to logic. Using the Clown’s ability to control his legs, he walked to the door in a completely

uninterested as a way to prove

at him had

a high nose-bridge with a bushy mustache spreading

probably in his thirties or forties.

he looked more like an Arbiter pathway’s demigod rather than one of

bearing was closer to that

he was still wary of the magic mirror, he could always commission Miss Xio, Miss Sharron, and company to do

believed that no matter how well-hidden this demigod was, it was unlikely for him to have a low-ranking position.

step. Two steps. Three steps. Klein left the East

wall, closed his eyes, and kept silent for a few seconds. Inwardly, he

the truth of the Great Smog of Backlund has finally

was recounting the business problems he had previously discussed. But in fact, it was to quell his emotions that had been left in

to speak a few times, only to shut

a word, focused on preparing

to be bothered

wheels, they returned to 160 Böklund

third floor, Klein was just about to head for the bathtub that had been prepared by the lady’s maid when Richardson, who was holding

replied frankly. He had even prepared 500 pounds in cash to hand to Housekeeper Taneja for daily expenses needed for the

of the importance of having a butler and valet in

couldn’t keep from them;

said, “Sir, I 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 help

In present-day East and West Balam, the citizens still

because ancient Balam was once a unified empire with a true god existing in it. Therefore, although the different states had different accents, they all used Dutanese. The written language was likewise the same. This saved him plenty of

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

to follow whenever his employer headed out. There was no need for a

also meant that a valet was like a secretary for the master’s daily life. In certain cases, they

him recall his

for a moment before saying, “I can tell that you don’t like the Southern Continent. Why

bowed his head and looked at