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 few stalls

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

and his eyes gave off a hint of terror and

his face. He moved toward the corner of the wall in a panicked

he moved to a side door beside

the last time… But I didn’t do

monster and came to a stall. He started

few pounds which was most of his

soli he had left, and he felt his heart ache. However, he touched the small metal bottle in the inner

Amantha, which Madam

powder mixed with

oil which is extracted

“Dried chamomile petals.

Night Powder

…

of his and repeated them. He did it to prevent himself from failing to find the ingredient that he

unique traits in mysticism, he quickly

a somewhat familiar figure

Her smooth black hair was soft and glistening. She

expected her to be a mysticism enthusiast… Klein slowed down and thought for a few seconds before finally

had to admit that, other than Justice who he had never seen clearly, the young

refined girl stood before a stall that sold mysticism books and,

was bound with a black hardcover. The book cover had the

the black magic of witches. Although I haven’t dared to try them, someone I know did, and it really

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

person who brings calamities, disease, and pain,” the vendor answered

Deweyville Library in a hurry to settle everything before returning home to cook dinner for his brother and sister. Tomato Oxtail

…

Backlund. Crown Turf Club.

wore a long white dress with engageantes and ruffled edges, as well as lace around her chest. She

and a pair of light colored fishnet

said with a suppressed voice, “Audrey,

In the past, Audrey might have basked in the young man’s compliment,