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.

estimate, Ian had less than three pounds

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

Klein stood up and held out his

your help.” Ian thanked him sincerely because

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

about Zreal’s recent investigations or what information he

the money is worth. All I need to do is

around and walked back into the living room. While doing so, he fished

Ping!

coin tumbled in the air, Klein’s eyes turned dark as he muttered if there were any Beyonder elements in the case

right hand and tried to catch

fingertips and fell to the ground,

that the divination had

so lacking that I can’t even obtain a vague divination result… He pursed his lips, took a few steps forward, and bent

…

night, in the wee hours of the morning, at 138 Rose

and cheeks were covered with a black

and pressed it so low that it nearly covered his

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

road, Klein studied the house across the street

It was Zreal’s home.

was from Southville. His parents, relatives, and friends were all there, and he had come to Backlund alone

maids, the kind that came by every three days to clean up the place, without needing

the terrace house he rented was pitch

chain inside his sleeve and let the

“There’s danger inside.

“There’s danger inside.”

…

he opened his eyes and saw the spirit pendulum spinning

nothing serious,” Klein muttered, and once again confirmed that

around, and taking advantage of

side and easily climbed up

a tarot card and slid it through the crack, opening the door to

drawing of the house’s layout,

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

highly dependent on one’s abilities. Currently, Klein was able to observe through wooden

behind the door. The colors were blurry

Ian, or someone else? The bedroom isn’t