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.

through a few rooms, Klein arrived at the underground market. There were a few stalls and customers, a clear indication that it wasn’t peak hour

forward, he suddenly saw the monster, Ademisaul, who could smell the scent of death, standing in

young man was pale, and his eyes gave off a hint of terror and madness.

cover his

a side door beside him and staggered

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

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

few pounds which

he had left, and he felt his heart

Amantha, which Madam Daly

is powder mixed with drago tree bark and

is

“Dried chamomile petals.

is Holy Night Powder which I previously produced

…

and repeated them. He did it to prevent himself from failing to

unique traits in mysticism, he quickly finished memorizing

he saw a somewhat familiar figure

was soft and glistening. She had a round face

seem fine… I never expected her to be a mysticism enthusiast… Klein slowed down and thought for a few seconds before finally

seen clearly, the young lady was the most beautiful girl he had seen ever

a stall that sold mysticism books and, in a breach of etiquette, kneeled to rub her

ancient book was bound with a black hardcover. The book cover had the words “Book

dared to try them, someone I know did, and it really worked.” The vendor seized

thought and asked, “In your mind, what does a witch

brings calamities, disease, and pain,”

already quickly walked out the front entrance. He was rushing to the Deweyville Library in a hurry to settle everything before returning home to cook dinner for his brother and sister. Tomato Oxtail Soup was on

…

Backlund. Crown Turf Club.

ruffled edges, as well as lace

light colored fishnet gloves. Her cold and distant gaze seemed out of place in the bustling

as the racehorse breasted the tape, her friend Viscount Glaint came closer and said with

past, Audrey might have basked in the young man’s compliment, but now she could see