The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 130

Klein looked at Swain standing in front of the monster's corpse before looking sideways at the Mandated Punisher who was helping his half-conscious companion near his arm. Klein suddenly felt an indescribable sadness.

It is almost impossible for members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind to be known as heroes. The things they did were never known to the public but were only hidden in a secret docket. But the danger and pain they experience is very real.

There will probably be a day when my enemy will become one of my teammates. He felt the heavy weight that all the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind were carrying.

At that moment, Old Neil sighed.

"Let's go. Don't bother them."

"okay." Klein took his wand. As he widened his steps, he suddenly realized that Old Neil was still holding his left hand. He asked, worried, "Are you hurt?"

Old Neil chuckled slightly before saying, "I was stabbed by one of the shrapnel earlier. If I were young, I would be able to avoid it. Fortunately, it was just a small wound."

He moved his right hand slightly to let Klein see the small, still lightly bleeding wound on the back of his left hand.

After he made sure that it was no big deal, Klein walked along the alley with a sigh.

"Mr Neil, you're much calmer than I imagined. Even though it is less than two meters away from the monster, you can still cast a spell calmly and use the spell."

Although the rampaging Mandated Punisher had leaped towards Klein in monster form, Old Neil was physically very close to him the entire time.

Old Neil laughed at the compliment.

"I'm an experienced Nighthawk. Among the dangerous things I have done, what just happened did not even enter my top ten. One time, when I was patrolling Raphael Cemetery with Dunn, I had no idea that there was a corpse.it turned into a zombie and left its tomb to lie in an ambush under the shadow of the trees. I passed through it without realizing it at all because I was looking for a hidden place. Heh, you know what I mean. In the end, he jumped on my back and grabbed my throat."

Klein felt gripped by terror when he heard those memories as he voiced his guess.

"And under such a situation, you are still calm enough to use a spell? Or did you use a spell that the Mystery Thief could quickly use?"

Old Neil stole a glance at him and chuckled. "No, Dunn managed to drag the zombie into bed on time. I tell you this story to tell you that, as a Nighthawk, you don't just have to believe in yourself, you should also trust your teammates as well."

Klein was silent for a few seconds. Then, he replied sincerely and jokingly, "Sir Neil, you are very wise today."

Old Neil made a small jump and found his footing on the pier. He replied in disdain, "That's because you usually only know the most trivial side of me."

The two of them left the harbor and walked towards the Evil Dragon Bar.

Klein put down his revolver, put his cane to the side, and took off his jacket. Under the light of the gas street light, he began to check if there was any damage to his jacket.

"How lucky. There were only a few dirty fragments and patches.." He took out a splinter and violently patted the dust. Then, he put it back on.

Old Neil looked at him with a smile and mimicked his tone by adding casually. "Unfortunately, there is no way to claim compensation."

Klein was temporarily at a loss for words.

I'm not that kind of person! He emphasized in his heart.

As the public carriage arrived, Klein took out his silver wine leaf pocket watch and opened it to check the time.

"If there's nothing else, I have to go home," he turned to tell Old Neil.

Old Neil nodded slightly and said, "Enjoy your dinner at home. You don't need to think about a Sleeping Spell. I will ask Swain to compensate me. After all, he was a rich man. Of course, I'm not leaving today. I have to consider his mood."

Klein opened his mouth, but in the end, he simply said, "Thank you for your generosity."

He got on the train quickly and returned to Daffodil Road. It's past seven in the night, and the sky is getting dark.

Klein took out his key to open the door and saw Melissa take off the mesh hat and put it on the clothes rack. He smiled and had a small talk.

"You just got back?"

Then, his mixed emotions suddenly disappeared, and he felt relaxed and warm.

"There are practice lessons in school today" Melissa explained seriously.

Klein sniffed and smelled the smell of food. He was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Then, who cooked dinner?"

As he finished his sentence, the two answered the question simultaneously, "Benson!"

Their tones have a little alarm.

Benson, who had heard their conversation, walked out of the kitchen. Wiping his hand with an apron, he said, "Are you not confident in my cooking? I remember before Melissa learned to cook, you two would wait for me to come home and watch me cook with anticipation. Actually, cooking is very easy. You want potatoes boiled beef? Put the beef first, then the potatoes, then add the seasoning.”.

Klein and Melissa exchanged looks and remained silent.

Putting aside his cane and taking off his hat, Klein turned around and smiled.

"i think it's time to hire a waiter. It's not healthy not to have dinner on time."

"But I don't want any strangers beside us as we chat. It would make me feel uncomfortable," Melissa said, subconsciously looking for an excuse to refuse.

Klein spoke with a smile as he took off his jacket.

"i don't mind…"

Just then, his expression froze, and he stopped what he was doing.

Ahems. He nodded and pretended that nothing had happened. "Don't mind him. When we get home, we can let the maid rest in her room. I doubt there are servants who don't like to rest. Hmm, we need to find a waiter who wants to learn to cook."

He did not want to endure the torment of cooking that made him second-guess in the future.

Benson stood in the kitchen and nodded in agreement.

"When we have time, we can go to the Tingen Family Servant Assistance Association. They have a lot of experience and a lot of resources in this field."

"Alright, it's decided then!" Klein ignored Melissa's reluctant gaze.

…

Backlund, Consort of Borough, residence of Viscount Glaint.

Audrey Hall left the party with her personal servant, Annie. They came to the second floor and entered the bedroom the Viscount had prepared.

She took off her glamorous dress and her light-hearted dancing shoes slowly with Annie's help. He then wore the black hooded robe he had prepared earlier.

While pulling her hood, Audrey stood in front of a full mirror and examined herself.

He saw more than half of his face was covered by the shadow of his veil, and only his beautiful lips were clearly visible.

A long black robe, a face hidden by shadows, a mysterious feeling.This is something I dreamed of wearing all this time! Audrey thought happily.

Worried, he added a soft blue boat-shaped hat under his hood. With the fine checkered mesh drooping down, his facial features became even more invisible.

"Not bad, that's all!" Audrey put her foot into a leather boot, looked to the side, and told Annie, "Wait for me here. No matter who comes, don't open the door."

Annie looked at him helplessly and said, "But you have to make sure that your trip doesn't take more than an hour."

"You have to trust me. I've kept my word every moment in the past." Audrey smiled and leaned towards her personal servant. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek as etiquette demanded.

Then, he walked over quickly and pulled his veil. Turning around, he walked out of the bedroom through the secret door.

He walked a long way and came to the side door of the viscount residence where he saw there was already a carriage waiting there.

Glaint stood in the shadows as he glanced at Audrey and praised sincerely, "By dressing up like this, you really, yes—like the description that Emperor Roselle— often used was so cool."

"Thank you." Audrey pulled an imaginary skirt and bowed elegantly.

They both got on the train and left the villa. They arrived at a house for about ten minutes.

Outside the house, Audrey sees Apprentice Fors Wall and her friend, Tribunal Xio Derecha, whom she recently met.

Fors' slightly wavy brown hair and his light blue eyes showed natural laziness. He pointed at Xio Derecha next to him and said, "He's a great persuader, capable of helping you get the things you want."

Xio Derecha is slightly shorter, at most about 150 cm. His facial features were gentle, but he looked very young and immature.

Although her shoulder-length blonde hair was messy and unkempt, and she wore a traditional knight training suit, she carried a look of indescribable dignity and reassuring charm.

Audrey has met him several times. He smiled faintly and greeted, "Miss Xio, can I trust you?"

"You don't have to worry at all." Xio Derecha smiled and gestured with his hand.

Just as he was walking to follow Audrey and Viscount Glaint, they heard a sudden thud.

Audrey looked towards the source of the sound and saw that a crimped triangular blade with a cold glimmer had fallen beside Xio Derecha's feet.

Audrey and Xio Derecha exchanged glances, simultaneously at a loss for words.

After nearly twenty seconds, Xio Derecha quickly crouched down and took out the triangular blade and hid it in his body.

"We must prevent accidents. Some people are less rational, and they are not easily convinced," Xio Derecha explained seriously.

Audrey nodded and replied in a clear voice, "i believe you …"

"This is a tool to convince the b*stards to talk to us calmly," Fors added, looking sideways at the grass plains.

The quartet did not continue the conversation and walked a few steps forward. They knocked on the wooden door with three long knocks and two short knocks.

The door creaked and opened. Slowly, using her Audience status, Audrey looked inside the house that had many people sitting around randomly. They use various methods such as veils or masks to hide their appearance. Some did not even care and exposed their faces openly.

Almost instantly, Audrey saw a black-robed man on the one-seat sofa.

The man also wore a hood, hiding his appearance under the shadows.

He looked at all the guests in silence, giving people the feeling that he was somehow in a commanding position.

He was very confident, but his gaze was extremely disgusting. Her gaze moved up and down my body like two slippery tentacles that wanted to tear my clothes off. Indra Audrey was extremely sharp. He carefully observed and made a calm judgment, but he was almost goosebumps.

Fors.

"That's Mr. A, the powerful Beyonder, the leader of this secret meeting."