Lord of the Mysteries
Chapter 119
Tingen City, 2 Daffodil Street.
Klein, who had left a note, locked the door and walked briskly towards Leonard Mitchell who was waiting by the side of the road.
Leonard’s short black hair had grown a little over the month, and the lack of any grooming made it look messy.
Despite that, his messy hair still complimented his decent looks, emerald-colored eyes, and poetic vibes. It exuded a different sense of beauty.
Indeed, any hairstyle depends on the face… Klein lampooned inwardly. He pointed in the direction of Iron Cross Street and asked, “Is Frye waiting for us there?”
“Yes.” Leonard smoothed his untucked shirt and said casually, “Did you notice any clues when you were looking at the documents?”
Klein held his cane in his left hand as he walked along the side of the road and said, “No, I cannot find anything common in their times, locations, or causes of death. You should know that any rituals involving evil gods or devils must be conducted within a certain time frame or using a special method.”
Leonard touched the custom-made revolver hidden underneath his shirt, by his waist and chuckled.
“That isn’t an absolute rule. In my experience, some evil gods or devils are easily satisfied, as long as they have a particular interest in what is being asked of them.
“Also, a good number of the deaths seem normal. We have to omit them before we can arrive at the real answer.”
Klein glanced at him and said, “That’s why the Captain asked us to investigate once more. To eliminate the normal incidents.”
“Leonard, your tone and description tell me that you have considerable experience in this area, but you have only been a member of the Nighthawks for four years, with an average of two supernatural incidents a month. Furthermore, a large number of those were simple and easy to solve.”
He always felt that Leonard Mitchell was a little weird and mysterious. Not only was he always suspicious of him, believing that there was something about him. In addition, his demeanor also changed from time to time, sometimes quiet, sometimes arrogant, sometimes flippant, sometimes staid.
“Could it be that you’ve also had a fortuitous encounter? An encounter that makes you view yourself as a star in a play?” Klein made a rough deduction based on all the movies, novels, and dramas he had watched in the past.
Upon hearing this question, Leonard laughed and said, “That’s because you’re not a full-fledged Nighthawk yet. You’re still in the training phase.
“The Holy Cathedral compiles a record of all supernatural encounters experienced by cathedrals of the different dioceses and hands it down to its members once every six months.
“Aside from your mysticism lessons, you can submit an application to the Captain and request to enter Chanis Gate to read these records.”
Klein nodded in enlightenment.
“The Captain has never mentioned this to me.”
Klein hadn’t had the opportunity to enter Chanis Gate up to this point.
Captain’s
he added meaningfully, “We must be cautious of the Captain if there ever
He then asked, “Is the forgetfulness unique to the Captain? I had thought
oil usually leads to memory
dreams and reality intertwined, it’s often hard for a person to differentiate between what is real and what isn’t. They need to remember what isn’t
color with a leather briefcase in his hand. He was so pale that it made Klein suspect if he would soon collapse at anytime. His icy aura made
walked past the
Merchants selling clam soup, seared fish, ginger beer, and fruits were shouting hysterically for attention,
were returning to Iron Cross Street, and the sides of the streets were becoming crowded. Some children were mixed in
familiar with the streets, especially since he had lived in a nearby apartment in the past. He reminded the group,
need not
and adjusted the holster of his gun, revealing his
shifted away. The
a moment, then caught up to Leonard and Frye with large steps. He
Melissa still had dealings with the neighbors here. After all, they
many peddlers and turned into the true Lower Street of Iron
old, ragged clothes. They were cautious of strangers wearing bright and beautiful clothes; yet, there was also greed in their eyes, like vultures eyeing a meal, waiting to strike at any time. But Leonard’s revolver
for a living.” Leonard flipped his notes and pointed to a place
children who were playing in the streets and dressed in shabby clothes quickly hid by the corner of the road. They observed them
at their arms and legs, thin as matchsticks.” Leonard sighed. He entered building
of numerous scents entered Klein’s nostrils. He could faintly detect the stench of urine, sweat, and
He then saw Bitsch Mountbatten
had a brownish-yellow mustache and was envious of
to wait in her
energized and proper. All he cared about was sucking up to the three officers in
simple apartment. There was a bunk bed laid upright inside the room and a desk filled with glue and hard paper on the right side. The corner of the room was piled full of frames for matchboxes, while an old cabinet
occupied the two sides of the door, while the center of the
lady lay on the lower level of the bunk bed, her skin ice cold.
man in his thirties. He had oily hair, looked dispirited, and his eyes had lost their
are here to examine the body and ask you questions,” Bitsch Mountbatten shouted, without any regard
dispirited man looked up weakly and asked in surprise, “Didn’t someone already examine the
was dressed in a grayish-blue worker’s uniform which had visible signs
questions?” Bitsch Mountbatten berated the man, then turned to Leonard, Klein, and Frye. “Officers, this is Lauwis. The person on the bed is his wife, who is also the deceased.
and the rest tiptoed to
Lauwis gently,
sleeping man and asked,
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