The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 214

Cho-choo!

Railway whistles echoed in every corner of the station as the metal giant, in the form of a steam locomotive, paused slowly with more than twenty carriages behind it.

Dressed in a tuxedo and half a hat, Klein carried a suitcase bag that did not look like it fit his figure. He took a firm step into the land of the Loen Kingdom's capital, Backlund.

The city is divided into two regions by the Tussock River which flows to the southeast. Both lands are connected by the Backlund Bridge and ferries, with a population exceeding five million people. It was the most prosperous capital city in the Southern and Northern Continent.

Klein looked far into the distance and saw a faint yellow mist everywhere. Visibility was poor, and the gas lamp hanging on the platform was turned on to remove darkness and darkness.

Is it half six? It seemed like it was nine or ten. Klein shook his head indistinctly. Suddenly, he remembered a joke he had read in the Tussock Times.

A man who has just arrived in Backlund finds himself lost in a thick fog. Helpless, he asked a drenched man who passed by, "How did you get to the Tussock River?" The man answered him kindly, "Walking straight endlessly.I just swam from there."

Every time I read a Backlund newspaper or magazine, reporters and editors would make fun of polluted air or the increasing number of foggy days in every way possible, The Backlund Daily Tribune even did the statistics, and it was found that it had passed from about 60 days a year from thirty years ago to now 75 days a year, many far-sighted people set up organizations such as the Soot Reduction Association, Smoke Reduction Association. Apparently, there was a Bill in September that pushed for the need to establish the National Atmospheric Pollution Council… Klein lowered his large suitcase bag and pinched his nose to get a respite from the sudden discomfort.

Then, tracing his gold chain, he took out a gold pocket watch from his vest pocket. He opened it and looked at the time.

When he actually said goodbye to his brothers, he specifically visited the department store and spent 4 pounds 10 soli to buy a gold pocket watch and matched it with a gold chain worth 1 pound 5 soli.

To not constantly be aware of the right time made him cringe.

Klein had planned to buy a silver pocket watch because he felt it matched his temperament. However after considering the true essence of a Clown, he ended up choosing a more striking and exaggerated gold watch.

6:39. Not long after, Klein put down his pocket watch and held his cane and briefcase bag as he slowly walked out of the steam locomotive station with the crowd.

Suddenly, he made a sudden turn, causing someone who was secretly following him to lose his hand when he grabbed his pocket.

Klein was unaffected by this episode as he followed the cement-paved road and mixed with the crowd, arriving at the intersection in front of him.

There are lawns and gardens surrounding the columns that resemble chimneys.

No, most likely it was a chimney. Klein saw the pole spewing thick smoke from its upper end.

Some of the smoke drifted high into the sky as some condensed into tiny droplets of liquid that scattered everywhere.

Klein stopped once more and put down his luggage. He opened the newspaper and the map he was holding using his other hand.

While in the steam locomotive, he had already planned where he was going or what to do next.

The experience he had, and the mental experience he had, when disguised as a clown in the morning, made Klein finally understand the true essence of a Clown— "Although able to know a little about fate, Klein finally understood the true essence of a Clown<TAG1> "Although able to know a little about fate, one remains helpless against it. destiny; therefore, one might also use a smiling face to hide all the pain, sadness, confusion, and depression."

At that moment, he clearly sensed the Clown potion "digested" and believed that if he continued to "act" like this, it would not take long for him to make another attempt to advance.

But here's where the problem—he doesn't know the appropriate name of the potion Sequence 7, let alone know the exact formula.

How am I supposed to get the formula? The Secret Order rarely appears. They seemed to be only interested in the Antigonus family's items.This was also why others had little understanding of them. I have to consider two aspects. One, I need to get in touch with the local Beyonder circle and see if I can find a clue. Second, I had to set a trap and use the Antigonus family treasure as bait to lure the Secret Order out. After all, I have knowledge of the strange vertical pupils formed from many mysterious symbols.

But it's too risky.I have to be careful because the feed shouldn't be too good or too bad. It wouldn't interest them if it was too bad, and if it was too good, I might end up attracting sharks, sharks that could swallow me whole, he was the one who guided Emperor Roselle. Perhaps he had gotten the biggest piece of cake during that revolutionary party.Of course, he might not still be alive because it was something from two hundred years ago…

In the middle of his mind, Klein felt the coldness of Backlund and could not help but shiver. He decided to find a place to stay as soon as possible.

He flipped through the paper and, once again, browsed through the rental section and saw the circled advertisement.

15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough…

Klein had thought about this very carefully about the area he lived in. Although Backlund had a population exceeding five million people, he still needed to be on the lookout to meet with the local Nighthawks. Be it the newly transferred Daly or Lorotta, Aiur Harson, and the Borgia he had met before, they could definitely recognize him.

Therefore, Klein obliterated the North Borough where the headquarters of the Diocese of Backlund Church of the Evernight Goddess and Saint Samuel Cathedral were located. He also eliminated the best-security areas and the Empress Borough and Western Borough were closely monitored. These two boroughs belonged to the wealthiest nobles and kings, with more nobles living closer to the Empress Borough.

After eliminating the working areas, harbors, and areas of the East Borough and Backlund Bridge where the poor gathered, Klein had few options left. The first option is Hillston Backlund where the Backlund Stock Exchange, Clearing House, Futures Center, seven major bank headquarters, various Trust Funds, railway companies, and bulk cargo trading companies are located. It was known as the financial, business, and economic center of the Loen Kingdom. The second option is Cherwood Borough where there are many small companies and residential buildings.

Both boroughs have a lot of people in them, and the security is relatively good. It's good to hide. After serious consideration, Klein chose the cheaper Cherwood Borough.

The reason why he did not look for organizations like the Capital Housing Enhancement Company or the Capital Housing Enhancement Association was due to the fact that they needed identification that he could not currently produce.

If I can't find a place to rent today, I'll find a motel that doesn't need any identity to stay tonight. According to the map, he walked towards what looked like the entrance of a department store.

It is the entrance of the Backlund Metro.

The first time Klein saw the word "metro" in newspapers and magazines, he almost jumped in fright. He never thought that such a means of transportation became a reality in an era that has not entered the era of electricity.

It was born twenty-five years ago. It first connected both banks of the Tussock River and has now expanded to the main city area. Not many stations, of course.

Through the main door, Klein followed the people in front of him as he walked to the ticket sales counter.

After waiting in line for a few minutes, he finally saw a cashier with a head with beautiful golden hair.

The woman did not raise her head. All he did was point at the wooden board on the side of the window with a price.

Peak period (7am-9am, 6pm-8pm): 10 minutes headway.

Headway 15 minutes for all other times.

First class seat: 6 pence

Second-class seats: 4 pence

Third class seats: 3 pence.

Round trip each: 9, 6, 5 pence.

Annual Ticket

First class: 8 pounds

Second grade: 5 pounds 10 soli

Third Class: No Annual Ticket

Cheaper than I imagined. There are actually no distance limits. Melissa would definitely love this more than a horse carriage. This is the pinnacle of the machine .. Klein thought when he suddenly felt annoyed.

He revealed a brilliant smile and took out 4 pence and handed it to the cashier.

"Second grade chair."

Hit it! The cashier tore the ticket and branded it before handing it to Klein.

After finding the path leading to Cherwood Borough and passing a not-so-tight security check, Klein descended the stairs and quickly came to the platform. He followed the label on the ground and found a suitable location for a second-class seat.

Cho-choo!

He did not wait long before he heard the sound of the train and the thundering steam whistle. He saw a big steam locomotive

Its large, winding body, along with its black metallic luster and intricate machinery, blended into one to form a unique beauty.

Backlund Metro still uses steam locomotives. The smoke they emit is specially designed to enter the above pipes and travel through the chimney, out into the world.

It is also an actual use for lawns and parks on the streets.

Amidst the screeching sound of metal, Klein first waited for passengers to get off before carrying his cane and luggage slowly. He then allowed the conductor to check his ticket.

Unlike third-class seats, second-class seats were one-man seats, so there was no worry that one's seat would be snatched. Just as Klein sat down, stored his luggage, and leaned against his cane, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

He subconsciously looked towards the door and saw a skinny teenage boy rushing to the carriage.

The boy was wearing a coat that did not match his age. He was wearing a round hat and carrying a tattered backpack. He kept his head very low.

"Sorry.I got the wrong train.I'm from third grade.." He showed me his ticket and apologized to the passengers before walking briskly towards the third grade train.

Klein retracted his gaze and once again confirmed his destination while waiting for the carriage door to close.

At that moment, he heard chaotic and hasty footsteps. He then saw several men wearing black coats and half top hats rushing to the carriage.

Are they chasing that fifteen-year-old boy? Klein instinctively had such thoughts.

He shook his head gently and continued reading the newspaper and the map, just like the other passengers on the train. The joke was adapted from the English magazine 'Punch'