The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 44: Destiny

Leonard's singing sounded like a lullaby as it lightly reverberated through the door and onto the winding wooden staircase.

Klein's mind immediately turned stupid. He felt like he was looking at the silent moonlight and the calm rippling lake.

His eyelids quickly turned heavy as if he was about to fall asleep while standing up.

Amidst this vague sensation, he also felt a strange, formless, and indifferent focus on his back. It felt like he was wandering in his own spirit world.

A bewildering sense of deja vu enveloped as Klein suddenly found his way of thinking once more. With his strong spiritual perception and incredible familiarity with Cogitation, he could barely escape the influence of Midnight Poem.

However, he remained calm and could barely evoke any emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing as he turned his head with a smile.

"i'm considering asking the Captain's permission to apply for the Feynapotter harp. How is there no accompaniment when singing?

"Heh heh, I was just kidding. I can hear them sleeping."

The black-haired, green-eyed Nighthawk with his poetic vibe stepped forward and walked to the door separating them from the kidnappers and hostages.

He suddenly moved his shoulders and punched the door lock.

The crack!

The wooden board around the key was smashed into pieces.

"It requires precise control." Leonard looked over and smiled. He then extended his hand into the hole and opened the door.

Klein, who had regained consciousness, was not as confident as he was. He grabbed under his armpits, took out his revolver, and turned his cylinder, ensuring that he could shoot at that very instant.

As the door swung back, he saw a man sleeping on the table with a gun at his feet. Another man rubbed his eyes in a daze as he tried to stand up.

Bam!

Leonard slid forward and beat the awakened kidnapper unconscious.

Klein was planning to enter as well when he suddenly sensed something. He turned around suddenly and faced the stairs.

Knocks. Knocks. Knocks. Footsteps approaching from below. It became clear that "something" was a hatless man in a brown coat that surrounded the stairs on his way to the third floor while hugging a paper bag of bread.

Suddenly, he stopped. He saw the barrel of the gun aiming at him with a metallic luster.

His pupils reflected a young man wearing a half-hat, black formal suit with a bow tie of the same color. It also reflects sticks placed along dangerous rails and pistols.

"Don't move. Raise your hand. Three, two, one.." Klein's tone of voice was deep but relaxed.

He held the revolver with both hands as he tried to imagine the man as the target of his training.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, the brown-coated man threw down a bag of bread and slowly raised his hand.

"Sir, is this some kind of joke? Is there a misunderstanding?" He stared intently at the finger Klein had placed on the trigger as he forced a smile.

Klein was temporarily unable to determine whether he was an accomplice or a neighbor, but he did not reveal any abnormalities. He said in a deep voice, "Don't try to resist. Someone will determine if it's a misunderstanding any minute."

At that moment, Leonard, who had finished dealing with the kidnappers, walked out and noticed the man on the stairs. He said casually, "So the kidnappers have another accomplice responsible for buying and delivering food?"

Upon hearing this, the man's pupils constricted as he suddenly lifted his legs and kicked the bread bag upwards to block Klein's gaze.

Seemingly unaffected, Klein coldly pulled the trigger like his usual practice.

Bang out!

Blood gushed from the man's left shoulder.

He fell to the ground and attempted to escape from the second floor; however, Leonard had already extended his hand to the handrails before utilizing himself to jump.

With a thud, Leonard landed on the man from above.

The man fainted as Leonard brushed off some of the blood splattered on his body. He looked at Klein and laughed.

"Good photo shoot."

I tried to hit her leg .. Klein's mouth corner twitched in an invisible way as he smelled blood.

He found that despite having no improvement in his visual, auditory, or tactile senses after consuming the Seer potion, he could still "see" obstructed objects and "hear" faint footsteps, allow him to make decisions beforehand.

Is this within the scope of spiritual perception? Klein nodded in thought as he watched Leonard find the sharp dagger that the accomplice had and "drawn it" into the room.

With a gun and a stick in each hand, Klein enters the kidnapper's room. They saw Elliott Vickroy jerked up from the shot as he straightened his body and sat down slowly from a curled position.

Leonard had tied the three captors safely with the rope they used against Elliott. Gathering together, they were thrown into a corner. The lack of rope is made by tearing their clothes.

The unconscious man who was shot in the shoulder was bandaged, but Leonard underestimated his dirty hands, so he did not help him pull out a bullet.

"W-who are you?" Elliott stuttered in delightful excitement as he looked at the scene before him.

"Yes, your guess is correct. Very precise." The kneeling Leonard replied casually.

I never expected this bastard to have a humor cell in him. Klein took down his revolver and said to Elliott, "We are mercenaries hired by your father. You can also call us security guards."

"Whoa, really? Have I been saved?" Elliott said happily without daring to make any moves.

It was clear that he had suffered greatly within hours of being a kidnapping victim. He did not possess the rash nature that people his age usually possessed.

Leonard stood up and said to Klein, "Down and find some policemen patrolling. Tell them to tell the tobacco merchant. I don't want to go out with a kid and four idiots like kidnappers."

Klein, who was wondering about the aftermath, nodded. He kept his gun, picked up his cane, and walked up the stairs.

As she walked down the stairs, she had a disturbing feeling that she had forgotten something. In addition, he heard Leonard say to Elliott, "Don't be nervous. You'll soon see your old father, mother, and butler, Klee. Why don't we play Quint?"

…

Klein held back his laughter and walked out onto the street. With the help of pedestrians, he finds two policemen on patrol.

As for him holding the gun, he was not worried at all. He had received a mixed-use weapons certificate the day before yesterday. His application was accelerated through internal channels.

The two policemen exchanged glances and one of them went to gather reinforcements and inform Vickroy's family. The other policemen followed Klein to the kidnappers' rooms.

After waiting for more than forty minutes, Leonard gestured to Klein while the policeman paid no attention. Klein had to sneak out of the room with him.

"Trust me, going to the police station is a waste of time. Let's go first," Nighthawk with a poetic attitude explained with a relaxed look.

Since Leonard made it clear that he would be responsible for all the consequences, he did not retaliate and followed suit.

Nearly five minutes later, several carriages rushed to the building where the kidnappers were. The old butler, Klee, went down with his fat master, Vickroy.

To this day, he is still in a daze. He did not believe that the news would come so soon. It feels like a dream.

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise as he turned around.

A two-wheeled train passed by with the windows open. The black-haired, green-eyed Leonard had snapped his finger again.

After passing through Vickroy's carriage, Leonard closed the window, turned around, and looked at Klein.

He stretched out his right hand and smiled.

"It's nice to work with you!"

I don't think we're in a good relationship. Klein politely shook his head.

He did not expect the kidnapping case to be resolved so quickly. All he could do was admire Beyonders' abilities. Even though he was only a half-and-half Sequence 9 Beyonder, he was capable of many unimaginable things.

"This is a gesture of celebration of peace among nobles after the clash of swords," Leonard explained with a smile.

"I know." Klein had many aristocratic classmates.

He looked out the window and said with a frown, "Don't we have to confirm with Mr. Klee? If he's convinced that the police saved Elliott, our commission will be split in two."

Total 100 pounds!

There is no doubt about the location of the kidnappers from their previous 'meetings.

"Don't mind that. For us, money is not so important" Leonard said, shrugging his shoulders.

…This is very important to me!

Klein forced a polite smile and said, "Many poets die early because of poverty."

Leonard laughs.

"i believe Elliott wouldn't lie about this matter. I can say that he still has some of his innocence left in him. However, you won't get as much commission as 200 pounds either."

"How much will I get?" ask Klein immediately.

"As the unwritten rule always applies, half of the commission will be handed over to Mrs Orianna as additional funds for the team. The rest will be shared among the members. Too bad you're not an official member; you'll only get about ten percent of the remaining half."

10 pounds? It wasn't bad either. Klein pretended to feel the pinch when he asked, "Are you not worried that the kidnappers will realize that they are under the influence of the Beyonder's power after they wake up?"

"They won't suspect anything. They will only believe that the weather is good and very conducive to sleep, causing them to fall asleep. They will even believe that the song only exists in their dreams. This is something we have verified before" Leonard replied with great confidence. "Instead, your demon-hunter bullets might raise suspicion. Of course, you being a freak who enjoys mysticism would be a very reasonable explanation."

"So that's it." Klein was relieved. He just kept feeling like he had forgotten or ignored something.

…

After returning to Zouteland Road, Klein did not wait for Klee's arrival. He walked over to Welch's place and took a different route home. On the way, he bought some beef and olives for dinner.

The food was pleasant as usual, with the same three siblings chatting casually. However, there are additional visitors.

He was a worker responsible for collecting a penny for the gas meter.

The night gets darker as the brothers say good night to each other and return to their rooms.

Klein was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by something familiar on the outside. He opened the door in a daze and arrived outside the bedroom that no one was staying in.

He pushed open the speckled door and looked at the gray table.

There was a notebook on the table and the cover was made of hard paper. The color is completely black.

A bewildering sense of deja vu appeared within him as he walked over and opened the notebook.

The page he opened was a picture—image of someone wearing beautiful clothes and a beautiful headdress—The Fool!

Under The Fool is a line in Hermes.

"Everyone will die, including me."

Horror gripped Klein's heart when she suddenly realized that the corner of the Fool's mouth was curved upwards!

Fffff!

He sat down in shock as he watched the red moonlight pierce through his curtains. He looked at his bookshelf and desk and the silhouette of his own bedroom. He realized that he was having a nightmare.

As an Astrologer, he knew what dreams were usually foreseen. Therefore, he began to seriously search through his memories.

Klein froze when he did so because he knew what he was missing today!

As he sank into Leonard's singing, he felt a formless and indifferent focus on his back.

The feeling of being observed felt different from Cogitation or the experience he used to gain from using Spirit Vision. It gave him a sense of deja vu!

According to Captain Dunn, once the feeling of deja vu arises in him, it may mean…

Klein suddenly sat up straight and confirmed the feeling.

Yeah, that's the notebook! The Antigonus family notebook!