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.

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

monster, Ademisaul, who could smell

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

his face. He moved toward the corner

he moved to a side door beside him and staggered as he

the last time… But I didn’t do anything… Seriously, it’s as if I’m the devil. Klein’s facial expression was somewhat

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

a few pounds which was

counted the three pounds and seventeen soli he had left, and he felt his heart ache. However, he touched the small

Amantha, which Madam

is powder mixed with drago

is extracted from

“Dried chamomile petals.

Powder which I previously

…

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

he quickly finished memorizing them and

a somewhat familiar figure in

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

strangely on the public carriage? She does seem fine… I never expected her to be a mysticism

never seen clearly, the young

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

The book cover had

them, someone I know did,

thought and asked, “In your

calamities, disease, and pain,” the

conversation because he had 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.

long white dress with engageantes and ruffled edges, as well as lace around her chest. She stood in a VIP room and

with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and a pair of light colored fishnet gloves. Her cold and

the tape, her friend Viscount Glaint came closer and said with a suppressed voice, “Audrey, every time

help you?” In the past, Audrey might have basked in the young man’s compliment,