LOM: Lord of Mysticism

Christina lowered her voice and added, "I mean Lanevus's child."

She pointed at the young lady with the sunhat. "This is my niece, Megose. Her mother is my elder sister. I'm regretful that I thought Lanevus was an outstanding young man and introduced Megose to him.

Lanevus ran away before the engagement ceremony. We believe in the God of Steam and Machinery; we are not believers of the Lord of Storms and in chastity before marriage."

"If it was a child that was already born, I could divine Lanevus's whereabouts. But this would require us to wait a few months. This might be a reflection of the previous divination result."

"A few months... No, after such a long period of time, even if we find Lanevus, we wouldn't be able to get back our money..." Christina turned to Megose. "Do you have anything that Lanevus carried with him?"

"No, would the ring he gave me count?"

"It must be something that he carried for a very long time." Klein reminded.

Christina then said to Megose, "You have to make a decision. I think keeping this child would make your future tough and thorny. Are you going to tell him that his father was a swindler? Time to head to the clinic. Plus, this could help us to find Lanevus, to get what we lost."

Hey, isn't this kind of divination too much? It was not his place to involve himself in the family matters of others. He could only lampoon and wait patiently.

Megose lowered her head and remained silent. Then, she touched her stomach. "He is different from his father. He will be a considerate and likable child. He would kick me lightly every day and hum a song, whistle, and use music to help me sleep..."

Megose turned around and walked towards the door. "Maybe his father will come back in secret after he is born, keeping a part of the money for his child..."

Christina let out a sigh. "Sorry, Mr. Moretti. We will look for one of Lanevus's personal items."

...

The next morning, Klein entered Blackthorn Security Company and asked Rozanne, "Where's today's newspaper?"

Rozanne rolled her eyes. "Klein, you always read the newspapers during noon break because you have mysticism lessons in the morning. Old Neil is waiting for you in the armory."

"I found out earlier that there would be a case offering a reward, so I want to read the newspaper to see the criminal's appearance. Perhaps I would come across him." Klein explained.

"Is that so?" Rozanne picked up the day's newspapers. "A wanted man... Lanevus, right?"

"Damn, wicked swindler! He stole about ten thousand pounds." Rozanne read carefully. "This case doesn't seem to involve supernatural factors, and even if it does, it will be soon passed over to the Mandated Punishers of the Lord of Storms."

Klein took the newspaper. "Yeah, there were many people he cheated from all three major churches, and Lanevus's steelwork company is located in the South."

If cases are related to supernatural factors and involve the believer of one God, they would be passed to the corresponding team. However, if it involved believers of the Evernight Goddess, Lord of Storms, and the God of Steam and Machinery, it would be assigned based on the jurisdiction area. The Nighthawks controlled the Golden Indus Borough, the North Borough, and the West Borough. The Mandated Punishers controlled the East Borough, South Borough, and the port, while the Machinery Hivemind was responsible for the university and suburb areas.

Klein flipped through the newspaper and memorized Lanevus's appearance. He had a plump forehead, black hair, brown eyes, and a pair of round spectacles. He smirked faintly as though he was mocking everyone.

Klein passed through the partition, ready to head underground, when he saw Frye and Seeka Tron exiting the entertainment room and Dunn standing by the side of the door.

"There's a case?" Klein asked.

Dunn nodded. "There seems to be a paranormal incident in West Borough. I've sent Seeka and Frye to investigate. You don't have to worry about that. Until you master combat techniques, I don't intend to send you on any missions. I have to be responsible for my team members."

"This is only temporary," Dunn added.

For now I need to 'attend classes' and 'work out.' I hope there are no more coincidences. Klein prayed in silence.

...

The days passed until Friday. Klein completed his combat training and took a carriage back to Besik Street.

Outside Henry's Private Detective Company, he confirmed that no one was following him and entered the stairway, knocking on the door.

"Good afternoon, sir. One of the cases that you entrusted us with is done." The detective said.

"Is it the information of the man that appeared at the Evil Dragon Bar?" Klein asked. It was the man who had bought the Spectator potion's supplementary ingredients.

"Yes." Henry said and received the four one-pound notes from Klein.

"This is the second payment." Klein added, "Write me a receipt."

"No problem." Henry instructed his staff to bring over pen and paper, quickly wrote a receipt, and stamped a seal on the bottom.

After completing everything, he took a puff at his pipe. "According to your description, my assistant and I waited at the Evil Dragon Bar for three days before finally meeting that man. He's quite an alert gentleman. Thankfully, we're experienced and have confirmed that his name is Daxter Guderian, a doctor of the Greenhill Mental Asylum."