The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 91's

The scene began to distort, turning into an illusion and began to fade.

After Klein left his dreamlike state, his vision adapted to the darkness in the room.

He knew that with one pound and ten soli, which is thirty soli a week, Benson did not have an easy time supporting a family according to the average family standard.

He thought that most workers get twenty soli a week.

She had heard Melissa comment that Lower Street on Iron Cross Street had five, seven, or even ten families crammed into the same room.

He also learned from Benson that as a result of the situation in the Southern Continent, the kingdom's economy had been in recession for the past few months.

He knew that a maid, with a board and lodging provided, could get between three soli and six pence to six soli a week.

Klein stretched out his hand and pinched his glabella. He was silent for a long time, until Sir Deweyville asked, "Officer, are you not going to say anything? The psychiatrist I visited would always talk to me and ask questions in such situations.

"However, I must say that I feel at peace.I almost fell asleep.I have not heard moans or cries.

"How did you do it?"

Klein leaned back in the rocking chair. Instead of giving an answer, he asked in a gentle tone, "Master, do you know about lead poisoning? Do you know about the dangers of lead?"

Deweyville was silent for a few seconds. "I didn't know about it before, but now I know. Are you saying that my psychological illness stems from my guilt my guilt towards the female leader and the porcelain factory worker?"

Without waiting for Klein to reply, he continued as usual—in his position in power during the negotiations.

"Yes, I did feel guilty about this in the past, but I compensated them. In my tin and porcelain factory, the workers are not earning less than other workers in the same industry. In Backlund, tin and porcelain workers were not paid more than eight soli a week, but I paid them ten, sometimes even more.

“Heh, many have criticized me for breaking ranks because it makes it harder for them to recruit workers. If it wasn't for the repeal of the Grain Act that left many farmers bankrupt, sending them to the city, they would have had to raise their wages.

“In addition, I have also informed the factory supervisor to ensure that those with recurrent headaches and blurred vision leave the area where they are exposed to lead. If their illness is really severe, they can even ask for help. at my charitable foundation.

"i think I've done enough."

Klein spoke without a ripple of emotion in his voice, "Master, sometimes, you can't imagine how important salary is for the poor. Losing a job for a week or two can result in irreparable loss for their family, losing it will cause tremendous grief."

He paused before saying, "i wonder, why would a good person like you not install equipment that can protect against dust and lead poisoning in your factory?"

Deweyville looked up at the ceiling and laughed sadly.

"That would make my costs too high for me to bear. I would no longer be able to compete with other tin and porcelain companies.I no longer pay too much attention to my profits in this field of business. Actually, I'm even willing to spend money. But what's the point of keeping the business if I have to keep doing that? It could only help a limited number of workers and not be standard in the industry or affect changes in other factories.

"That would only result in me spending money to support the workers.I heard that some factories even secretly employed slaves to minimize costs."

Klein crossed his arms and said after a moment of silence, "Master, the root of your psychological illness comes from the build-up of guilt, even though you believe that guilt has faded and disappeared over time. It won't have a visible effect under normal circumstances, but there's something that triggers you and triggers all the problems at once."

"Something that triggers me? I didn't realize such a thing," Deweyville said puzzledly, but with conviction.

Klein let the chair sway gently as he explained in a gentle tone, "You've just fallen asleep for a few minutes, and you said something to me."

"Hipnose?" Deweyville made the guess as usual.

Klein gave no immediate answer and instead said, "You've seen a dying girl on her way to work while you're in your car. He died of lead poisoning. He was one of your workers who glazed porcelain while he was alive."

Deweyville rubbed his temple, speechless before saying somewhat hesitantly, "I think it happened once…"

Prolonged insomnia has left him in a poor mental state. He could only vaguely recall seeing such a scene.

He thought for a moment, but gave up on weighing on his brain. Instead, he asked, "Who is the name of the worker?

"Well, what I mean is, what should I do to cure my psychological illness?"

Klein immediately replied, "Two things."

"First, the worker who died on the side of the road was named Hayley Walker. That's what you told me. He is the most direct trigger, so you have to find his parents and give them more compensation.

"Secondly, spread information about the dangers of lead in newspapers and magazines. Allow your charitable foundation to help more workers who suffer damage. If you succeed in becoming a member of parliament, push to enact laws in this domain."

Deweyville sat down slowly and laughed in a self-deprecating manner.

“More I will do, but to make laws, heh— I think it is impossible because there is still competition from countries outside our country. Establishing such a law would only leave the entire industry in the country in crisis. The factories would go bankrupt one by one, and many workers would lose their jobs. Organizations that help the poor cannot save that many people."

He slowly got off the bed and adjusted his collar. He then looked at Klein and said, "Hayley Walker, right? I'll immediately ask Cullen to take information about him from the porcelain company and find his parents. Officer, please wait with me and continue to evaluate my mental state."

"Good." Klein stood up slowly and tidied up his black-and-white plaid police uniform.

…

Eleven o'clock in the morning in Deweyville's living room.

The two guests had stained skin, wrinkles already visible on their faces. The man had a slight premonition while the woman had a mole under her eyelids.

They looked almost identical to what Klein had seen through Hayley, only to be older and more haggard. They are so thin that they are almost all bones. Their clothes were old and tattered. Klein even learned that they could not continue to live in the Lower Street of Iron Cross Streets any further.

Crying out…

Klein felt an icy wind begin to spin through his spiritual perception.

He pinched his glabella and glanced at Sir Deweyville. It was unknown when the pale white, translucent, contorted figure appeared behind him.

"Good morning, Your Majesty." Hayley's parents were very polite.

Deweyville rubbed his forehead and asked, "Are you two Hayley Walker's parents? Doesn't she also have a two-year-old brother and sister?"

Hayley's mother replied in fear, "His brother broke his leg in the harbor a while ago. We told her to take care of her sister at home."

Deweyville remained silent for a few seconds before he sighed.

"My deepest condolences for what happened to Hayley."

Hearing that, old man Hayley's eyes immediately turned red. They opened their mouths and said to each other, "Thank you for your good intentions.

"The police told us-told us, that Hayley died of lead poisoning. That's the term, right? Oh, my poor boy, he's only seventeen. He was always so quiet, so firm.

"you've sent someone to visit him before and sponsor his funeral. He's buried in Raphael's Cemetery."

Deweyville glanced at Klein and changed his sitting posture. He leaned forward and said in a serious tone, "That's actually our negligence.I have to apologize."

"i have considered that I need to compensate you, to compensate Hayley. His weekly salary is ten soli, isn't it? One year would be five hundred twenty soli, or twenty-six pounds. Let's assume he can work for another ten years.

"Cullen, give Hayley's parents three hundred pounds."

"Three hundred pounds?" Hayley's parents were dumbfounded.

They never had more than a pound of savings, not even on their wealth!

Not just those who are confused. Even the expressions of the bodyguards and servants in the room were also extremely shocked and envious. Even Sergeant Gate could not help but take a deep breath his weekly paycheck was only two pounds and among his subordinates, only one high-ranking policeman earned one pound a week.

Amidst the silence, Butler Cullen walked out of the study and held a bulging sack.

He opened the sack and showed a pile of money, about a pound, about five pounds, but mostly consisting of one or five soli.

It was clear that Deweyville had made his subordinates receive "change money" from the bank earlier.

"This is an expression of Sir Deweyville's goodwill," Cullen handed the sack to Hayley's parents after receiving confirmation from his master.

Hayley's parents took the sack and rubbed their eyes, looking at her in disbelief.

"No, this-this is too generous, we can't accept this," they said as they held the sack tightly.

Deweyville said in a deep voice, "This is what Hayley deserves."

"You are truly a noble and generous knight!" Hayley's parents bowed repeatedly in agitation.

They had smiles on their faces, smiles that they could not suppress.

They praised the knight over and over again, repeating some of the same adjectives they knew. They kept insisting that Hayley would thank him in heaven.

"Cullen, get them home. Oh, take them to the bank first," Deweyville heaved a sigh of relief and instructed his butler.

Hayley's parents hugged the sack tightly and walked towards the door quickly without stopping.

Klein saw a faint translucent figure behind Sir Deweyville trying to extend his hand towards them, hoping to leave with them, but the old man's smile was extremely glowing. They don't turn around.

The figure became fainter and, soon, disappeared completely.

Klein also felt that the cold feeling in the guest hall instantly returned to normal.

From beginning to end, all he did was sit still, not expressing his opinion.

"Sir, I feel much better. Now can you tell me why my butler, servant, and bodyguard can also hear the cries and moans? This shouldn't be just my psychological illness, right?" Deweyville looked at him curiously.

Inspector Tolle, who knew the underlying truth, instantly became nervous.

Klein replied without much expression, "In psychology, we call this phenomenon mass—hysteria."