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.

Klein arrived at the underground market. There were a

as he took a step forward, he suddenly saw the monster, Ademisaul, who could smell the

a hint of terror and madness. He

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 ran

But I didn’t do anything… Seriously, it’s as if I’m the devil. Klein’s

He stopped thinking about the monster and came to a stall. He started

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, he touched the small metal bottle in the inner pocket of his

Amantha, which Madam

is powder mixed with drago tree bark

is

“Dried chamomile petals.

is Holy Night Powder which I previously produced

…

and repeated them. He did it to prevent himself

his unique traits in mysticism, he quickly finished memorizing

a somewhat familiar figure in the corner of

was soft and glistening. She had a round face with long eyes. They gave her a sweet look and

does seem fine… I never expected her to be

had to admit that, other than Justice who he had never seen clearly, the young lady was the most beautiful

mysticism books and, in a breach of etiquette, kneeled to rub her fingers against an

black hardcover. The book cover had the words

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

and asked, “In your mind, what does

disease, and pain,” the vendor answered after some

entrance. He was rushing to the Deweyville Library in a

…

Backlund. Crown Turf Club.

edges, as well as lace around her chest. She stood in a VIP room and watched the horses

wore a veiled hat decorated with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and a pair of light colored fishnet gloves. Her cold and distant gaze seemed out of

with a suppressed voice, “Audrey, every

in the young man’s compliment, but now she could see