The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 25: The Cathedral

While Azik muttered to himself, he subconsciously glanced at Quentin Cohen, seemingly hoping for clues to jolt his memory.

Cohen, with his deep blue eyes, shook his head without hesitation. "i don't have any impression of it."

"…All right then. Maybe, it's just sharing the basic word." Azik lowered his left hand and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Klein was somewhat disappointed with the result, and he couldn't help but add. "Mentor, Mr. Azik, as you both know, I am very interested in exploring and restoring the history of the Fourth Age. If you've ever remembered something or obtained relevant information, can you write me a letter?"

"No problem." As a result of Klein's actions today, the silver-haired Senior Associate Professor was rather pleased with him.

Azik nodded and said, "Is your address still the same as before?"

"For the time being, but I'll move soon.I'll write a letter to let you know when the time comes," Klein replied respectfully.

Cohen shook his black wand and said, "It's time you moved to a place with a better environment."

At that moment, Klein glanced at the newspaper in Azik's hands. He considered his words before saying, "Mentor, Mr Azik, what do the newspapers say about Welch and Naya? I've only learned a little bit from the police in charge of the investigation."

Azik was just about to answer when Cohen suddenly took out a pocket watch that was associated with his black tuxedo with a gold chain.

Click! He opened his pocket watch and knocked on his stick.

"The meeting will begin soon. Azik, we can't delay anymore. Give the paper to Moretti."

"Good." Azik handed the newspaper he had read to Klein. "We'll go upstairs. Remember to write a letter. Our address has not changed; this is still the Office of the History Department of Khoy University. Haha."

He laughed as he turned around and left the room with Cohen.

Klein took off his hat and bowed. After seeing the two men leave, he said goodbye to the office owner, Harvin Stone. He walked across the corridor and slowly walked out of the three-story gray building.

With her back facing the sun, she lifted her wand and unfolded the newspaper and saw the title: "Tingen Morning Post."

Tingen certainly has all kinds of newspapers and magazines.There are Morning Post, Evening Post, The Honest Paper, Backlund Daily Tribune, Tussock Times, family magazines and book reviews… Klein casually recalled some of the names that appeared in his book of thoughts. Of course, some of them are not local. They were distributed through steam locomotives.

Now that the papermaking and printing industries are advancing, the cost of newspapers has dropped to the price of a penny. The expected audience is also getting wider.

Klein did not scrutinize the details of the newspaper, quickly turning to the News section with the report "Murder of Armed Theft."

"…According to the police department, the scene at Mr. Welch's house is a terrible sight. There was gold, jewelry, and money lost, as well as valuable items that could be easily taken away. There was not a penny left behind. There is reason to believe that this was done by a group of merciless criminals who would not hesitate to kill innocent people, such as Mr. Welch and Mrs Naya, if their faces were caught."

"This is truly an insult to our royal laws! This is a challenge to public safety! No one wants to have such a meeting! Of course, one good news is that the police have found the killer and arrested the main culprit. We will do our best to provide news about each follow-up."

"Reporter: John Browning."

This matter had been dealt with and covered up. As Klein walked through the boulevard, he nodded in an almost invisible manner.

She flips through newspapers as she walks down the path, reading news articles and other series in the process.

Suddenly, he felt the feathers on the back of his neck stand up, as if a needle was piercing him.

Someone is watching me? Observing me? Monitor me? Various thoughts appeared within him as Klein had a faint awareness.

Back on Earth, he had once felt an invisible gaze before finally finding the source of that gaze. However, it never felt as clear as what he was going through now!

This was the same as the original Klein memory fragment!

Is it the transmigration or the mysterious luck-enhancing ritual that enhanced my sixth sense? Klein fought back against the urge to find the observer. Using his knowledge from reading novels and watching movies, he slowed down his pace and got rid of the newspaper before looking towards the Khoy River.

After which, he acted as if he was admiring the scenery, slowly turning his head in a different direction. He acted naturally as he turned around, looking at everything with his eyes.

Other than the trees, grassy plains, and students passing by in the distance, there was no one else there.

But Klein was sure someone was watching him!

Klein's heart was racing as his blood flowed throughout his body with a powerful bang.

He unfolded the papers and covered half of his face, afraid that anyone would find anything wrong with his expression.

Meanwhile, he clenched his staff and prepared to pull his weapon.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. Klein slowly advanced.

The feeling of being spied on remained, but there was no sudden burst of danger.

He walked past the boulevard in a somewhat stiff manner and arrived at the waiting point of a public carriage when a carriage stopped by chance.

"Iron.. Zoute.. No, Champagne Street." Klein constantly ignored his thoughts.

He initially planned to go home soon, but he was afraid of leading observers with unknown motives into his apartment. Afterwards, he thought of going to Zouteland Street to seek help from the Nighthawks or his associates. However, he thought otherwise, fearing he would warn his enemy and expose the Nighthawks. Therefore, he casually chose another place.

"Six pence" answered the ticket attendant regularly.

Klein did not bring the gold pound with him today. He hid the money in an ordinary place and only brought two pieces of paper money. And before he came, he had spent the same amount of money, leaving him with one six pence soli. Therefore, he took out all his coins and handed them to the ticket attendant.

He found a seat after boarding the carriage, and finally by closing the carriage door, Klein felt the watched anxiety disappear!

He exhaled slowly as he felt his limbs tingling slightly.

What the hell am I doing?

What am I supposed to do next? Klein looked out of the carriage as he racked his brain to find a solution.

Until he was clear about the intentions of the person watching him, Klein had to assume that there was malicious intent!

He had to tell the Nighthawks; only they could really get rid of this threat!

But I can't go straight there or I'll expose them. Perhaps, that might be their goal …

Following this line of thought, Klein roughly estimated the various possibilities as his mind became clearer.

Fffff! He sighed as he regained his calm. He looked seriously at the scene outside that flew past him.

There were no accidents along the road to Champagne Street, but when Klein opened the door and got out of the car, he immediately felt uncomfortable being watched again!

He acted as if he felt nothing. He picked up the newspaper and his staff, slowly walking towards Zouteland Street.

But he did not enter that path. Instead, he took another route to Red Moonlight Street in the back. There is a beautiful white square there, as well as a large cathedral with a pointed roof!

Saint Selena Cathedral!

Tingen Headquarters of the Church of the Goddess Overnight!

As a believer, there is nothing strange about him attending Mass or praying on his holidays.

The cathedral exhibits a design similar to the Gothic style of Earth. It also has a tall, black, and majestic clock tower, nestled between blue and red checkered windows.

Klein stepped into the cathedral and followed the passageway to the prayer hall. Along the way, stained windows consist of a pattern of red and blue glass that allows colored light to shine into the hall. Blue is closer to black, red is the same color as the red moon. It made his surroundings seem unusually dark and mysterious.

The feeling of being watched disappeared. Klein acted unaffected as he walked towards the open prayer hall.

There are no high windows here. Deep darkness was accentuated, but behind the bow-shaped holy altar, on the wall directly opposite the door, there were about twenty fist-sized circular holes that allowed sunlight to enter the hall.

It was similar to a passerby looking at the starry sky when suddenly looking into the dark night to see the stars glittering with all their glory, purity, and holiness.

Although Klein had always believed that the gods could be analyzed and understood, he could not help but bow his head here.

The bishop preached in a gentle tone as Klein quietly walked down the hallway dividing the bench into two columns. He searched for an empty area near the passageway before slowly sitting down.

Leaning his wand behind the bench in front of him, Klein took off his hat and placed it on his lap along with the newspaper. Then he clenched his hands together and lowered his head.

The whole process was carried out slowly and routinely as if he was truly there to pray.

Klein closed his eyes as he silently listened to the bishop's voice in the darkness.

"Lack of clothes and food, they have no cover in cold weather.

"They were drenched in rain, and clustered around the rocks because there was no shelter.

"They are orphans snatched from the chest, hope lost on them; they are poor people who have been forced out of the right way.

"The Evernight did not abandon them, but bestowed them with love 1 ."

…

Echoes were strengthened as they entered his ears. Klein looked at the swath of darkness in front of him as he felt his soul and mind cleared.

He calmly accepted it until the bishop finished his sermon and ended the Mass.

After that, the bishop opened the confessional door beside him. Men and women began to line up.

Klein opened his eyes and put on his hat once more. With his cane and newspaper, he stood up and found his place in line.

Turn after more than twenty minutes.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. There was darkness in front of him.

"My son, what do you want to say?" The bishop's voice sounded from behind the wooden silencer's screen.

Klein took out the badge of 'Seventh Unit, Special Operations Department' from his pocket and handed it to the bishop through the gap.

"Someone's tailing me. I want to find Dunn Smith." As if he had been infected by the silent darkness, his tone also turned softer.

The bishop took the badge and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Turn right from the confessional and walk to the end. There will be a secret door on the side. Someone will lead the way after you enter."

As he spoke, he pulled a rope into the room, causing a certain priest to hear the sound of bells.

Klein took out his badge and took off his hat and stuck it to his chest. He bowed slightly before turning around and exiting.

After making sure that the feeling of being watched had gone, he wore his half-hat. Without any excessive emotion, he held onto his staff and turned right, until he arrived at an arched altar.

He found a secret door on the wall facing his side. He quietly opened it before sneaking in quickly.

The secret door closed silently as a black-robed middle-aged priest appeared under the illumination of the gas lamp.

"What's that?" the pastor asked briefly.

Klein showed his badge and repeated what he said to the bishop.

The middle-aged priest did not ask any further questions. He turned around and walked forward in silence.

Klein nodded and took off his hat. With his black staff, he quietly followed behind him.

Rozanne once mentioned that heading left from the intersection towards Chanis Gate would reach Saint Selena Cathedral.

Adapted from Job 24:8, Old Testament.