Lord of the Mysteries

The more Klein thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, who would have borrowed those random journal issues for no reason?

Yes, research regarding the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range is quite an unpopular field. Other than the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, the common hobbyist would’ve never heard of it. Even the original Klein, who was a history graduate, only knew about it from the Antigonus family’s notebook… Although Tingen is a city of universities, there wouldn’t be that many people who would interested in the topic. And even if there is anyone interested, most of them would remain within the university’s compounds. There would be no need to borrow the book from the Deweyville Library.

The most important point is that the book happened to be borrowed only recently…

By analyzing it this way, there really is a problem. I wasn’t sharp enough and failed to realize it… Sigh, it looks like I have no talent at being a detective or acting like Sherlock Holmes…

While these thoughts raced through his mind, the boss of Evil Dragon Bar, Swain asked in puzzlement, “Is there a problem?”

Since there were customers and bartenders around, he could only ask indirectly.

“Nothing at all. I’m just wondering how I can investigate this gentleman. As you know, Hanass Vincent died at his home.” Klein had long prepared his excuse.

He didn’t want to make the Mandated Punishers become interested in the ancient relics from the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range.

“Vincent was one of the rather famous fortune-tellers in Tingen City. He often came here.” Swain had indeed given a perfunctory answer, but as he recalled, he said, “Now that I think about it, the gentleman in the portrait did come together with Vincent at the very beginning…”

“That is exactly what I wanted to know. Do you remember his name?” Klein pressed immediately.

Swain shook his head and chuckled.

“I won’t ask for my customers’ names or identities unless I knew them to begin with, like Old Neil.”

“Alright then.” Klein deliberately revealed a saddened look.

To him, it didn’t matter if Swain knew, because he could check the Deweyville Library.

To borrow books from a privately-funded library, he had to leave personal information, and his identification must have had sufficient credibility!

After all, Klein had relied on an introduction letter from a Senior Associate Professor before he obtained a library card.

Even if the gentleman had forged his information, it is very likely that he left some clues which can be helpful to my divination… Klein watched Swain as he returned to the bar counter before entering the billiard room in deep thought.

He wasn’t in a hurry to head to the Deweyville Library for his investigations. He planned on completing his purchases first. After all, it was unknown if he would encounter danger and be required to use ritualistic magic for subsequent developments.

market. There were a few stalls

as he took a step forward, he suddenly saw the monster, Ademisaul, who could smell the scent of death, standing

his eyes gave off a hint of terror and madness. He

eye contact, Ademisaul suddenly extended his hands to cover his face. He moved toward the corner of the wall in a

moved to a side door beside him and staggered as he

necessary? I just nearly blinded you the last time… But I didn’t do anything… Seriously, it’s as if I’m the devil. Klein’s

shook his head and smiled. He stopped thinking about the monster and came to a stall. He started shopping

an hour, Klein spent a few pounds which was most of his secret stash of

soli he had left, and he felt his heart ache. However,

floral essence, Amantha, which Madam

powder mixed with

which is extracted from slumber

“Dried chamomile petals.

Powder which I

…

He did it to prevent himself from failing to find the ingredient that he

quickly finished memorizing them and walked

saw a somewhat familiar figure in

was a young lady in a casual green dress. Her smooth black hair was soft and glistening. She had a round face with long

never expected her to be

never seen clearly, the young lady was the most beautiful girl he had seen ever

sweet and refined girl stood before a stall that sold mysticism books and, in a breach of etiquette, kneeled to

bound with a black hardcover. The book cover

haven’t dared to try them, someone I know did, and it really worked.” The vendor seized the opportunity

your mind, what does a witch

disease, and

in a hurry to settle everything

…

Backlund. Crown Turf Club.

with engageantes and ruffled edges, as well as

silk flowers, and a pair of light colored fishnet gloves. Her cold and distant gaze seemed out

Viscount Glaint came closer and said with a suppressed voice, “Audrey, every time I

have basked in the young man’s compliment, but now she could see Glaint’s ulterior motives through