Lord of the Mysteries

Klein asked after listening carefully, “So you suspect that the Zreal whom the detectives saw was someone in disguise?”

Holding his brown round hat, Ian replied as if he had already thought about it, “It’s a possibility, but I think it’s too difficult due to the huge risks involved. The party was at night, and it’s true that the lights weren’t very bright — but most of the people attending are detectives, detectives with keen observational skills. Just a wig, beard, or cosmetics can hardly hide from their eyes.”

Perhaps some Beyonder powers can do it… Just like how Creeping Hunger enables such an ability… There was a little trap in Klein’s question. He wished to determine from the teenage boy’s answer, the expression on his face, and his body language to determine if he had ever come into contact with Beyonders, or if he knew things about mysticism.

The initial answer was no.

When Ian saw Detective Moriarty nodding slightly in agreement with his reasoning, he continued, “I believe that the detectives saw Mr. Zreal, but he wasn’t free. He was in a controlled state in which he couldn’t send out distress signals. The reason why he wasn’t responding to my attempts to liaison with him is to probably signal to me that he needs help.”

“A reasonable explanation.” Klein released his clasped hands and sat back a little, making himself look more relaxed and confident.

Ian fell silent for about ten seconds before he said seriously, “I’d like to entrust you with the task of investigating Mr. Zreal and determine his current condition. All I need is confirmation.”

Considering that Ian was a semi-professional who had gathered intelligence and information for a detective, Klein had the intention to make his acquaintance. He smiled and said, “Then how much are you going to pay? You should be well aware that this may be very dangerous.”

Ian looked down at the pocket of his old coat and said after some deliberation, “There are two ways. The first, I can directly give you a payment that’s enough to satisfy you. Afterward, regardless of whether the mission is simple or difficult, that will be all unless you suffer a relatively serious injury.

“Secondly, I could pay you five pounds in advance, and when you finish the job, you can add on to the bill depending on the difficulty of the matter. But it’s easy to cause a dispute, even if there’s a contract.”

Klein pretended to be in thought and after almost thirty seconds, he said in a low voice, “Why don’t we do it this way? You can pay me five pounds in advance and help me with three things after the mission is completed. Don’t worry, they won’t be anything difficult. They will be within your capabilities, and it won’t make you feel too uncomfortable. This can be agreed upon in the contract.”

Ian knitted his brows before standing up. He leaned forward and stretched out his right hand.

“Alright!”

Klein shook hands with him, pulled out a standard contract that he had prepared, picked up a round fountain pen, added all the details he had discussed, and stamped it with his fingerprint.

After signing the contract, he gave the teenage boy, Ian, a stack of white paper and watched him write Detective Zreal’s relevant information.

After a while, he browsed through the information and casually asked, “How can I contact you if there’s an emergency, or if I’ve confirmed Zreal’s condition?”

Ian pursed his lips and remained silent for quite a while. Only when Klein looked over did he reply in a somewhat stiff manner, “You don’t need to contact me. I will appear at the right time.”

Without another word, he took out a thick stack of cash from the pocket of his old coat. They seemed to be stacked up in a very neat order, from high face value to low face value.

Ian pulled out three one-pound notes from the bottom, counted six five-soli notes, and finally ten one-soli notes.

When Klein saw that Ian had neatly arranged the notes, with even the portraits of the former kings facing up without a single mistake, Klein suddenly felt a bit frustrated.

This is some late-stage obsessive-compulsive disorder… He silently exhaled and received the payment from Ian.

to his visual estimate, Ian had

If I had asked for more, would he bail on me without paying? He doesn’t look like the kind of person to do so, but one shouldn’t judge a book by its cover… Klein folded the bills at random and stuffed them into

up and held out his hand as a gesture of

for your help.” Ian thanked him sincerely because the counteroffer was obviously a

stroked his chin and silently said to himself, This matter goes deeper

Zreal’s recent investigations or what information he had been

it. I’ll handle as much as the money is worth. All I need to do is confirm Zreal’s current

room. While doing so, he fished a

Ping!

eyes turned dark as he muttered if there were any Beyonder elements in the case he

opened his right hand and

slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground,

that the

withheld more things than I thought… The information is so lacking that I can’t even obtain a vague divination result… He pursed his lips, took a few steps forward, and bent down

…

of the morning, at 138 Rose Street,

chin, and cheeks were covered with a black beard that, at first

wore a dark-colored cap and pressed it so

originated from the Intis Republic hunters. There were certain differences from the traditional deer-hunting caps the Loen Kingdom

an Intis parasol tree by the side of the road, Klein studied the house across the street with the

It was Zreal’s home.

from Southville. His parents, relatives, and friends were all there, and he had come to Backlund alone where he slowly forged a name

had only hired two temporary maids, the kind that came by

terrace house he rented

sleeve and let the topaz pendant hang down

“There’s danger inside.

“There’s danger inside.”

…

it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw

serious,” Klein muttered, and once again confirmed that he

looked around, and taking advantage of the stillness of the

Klein went around to the side and easily climbed up the water pipe to the small balcony on the second floor

following that, he took out a tarot card and slid it through the crack, opening the door to the

drawing of the house’s layout, Klein walked almost soundlessly to

his left molar and activated his Spirit Vision. Through the wooden door, he looked

However, it was highly dependent on one’s abilities. Currently, Klein was able to observe through wooden doors but was stumped by concrete walls. Furthermore, the scenes he could see

saw three humanoid auras in the bedroom behind the door. The colors were

to capture Ian, or someone else? The bedroom