Lord of the Mysteries

Klein backed up from the fork in the path, without touching Zreal’s corpse.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, a sound echoed in the distance through the empty sewers.

Klein listened for a few seconds before decisively retreating towards the exit, down the dirty concrete road that ran along both sides of the sewage channel.

There was no need to take risks in matters that didn’t involve him.

Klein closed the iron manhole cover after he climbed out of the sewers. After ensuring that the surrounding area looked normal, he returned to his rented room in the East Borough and changed out of his disguise.

Then, he put on his gold-rimmed glasses, walked to another street, took a rented carriage, and returned to Cherwood Borough in the silence and cold of three in the morning. However, he didn’t return to Minsk Street.

Then, Klein made another huge detour, and only after confirming that no one was following him, did he enter his house. He slept till dawn and was woken up by the doorbell.

He sat up immediately, put on his shirt, buttoned his vest, and hurried down to the first floor to open the door.

And even before that, his premonition ability as a Clown was already capable of naturally forming the image of the visitor in his mind.

The visitor was wearing an old coat, a brown round hat, and a tattered satchel. He had bright red eyes, a delicate face, and a quiet temperament. It was none other than Ian, the teenage boy who had come to entrust him with a job yesterday.

“Good morning, Detective Moriarty,” Ian greeted him and looked around. “Any progress? Yeah… I’m only asking because I happened to pass by.”

Klein nodded seriously and said, “Yes.”

“…” Ian seemed shocked as he didn’t say a word for quite a while.

After a while, he stammered in surprise, “Have you determined Mr. Zreal’s condition?”

“Yes.” Klein paused for a moment, then said seriously, “I found Zreal’s corpse.”

“Corpse…” Ian’s pupils shrank as he repeated it in a low tone.

He wasn’t too surprised, as if he had already expected the worst possible outcome.

Klein watched silently without interjecting.

“Sigh…” Ian exhaled and warily surveyed his surroundings. “Your efficiency is amazing. Can you take me to see Mr. Zreal’s body?”

“No problem. In fact, that’s what I was planning to do.” Klein then thought for a moment before saying, “I hope you won’t mention me when you call the police. Just say that you found the corpse yourself. I believe you know how to make up a reason.”

Ian wasn’t surprised; he knew that not every detective liked to deal with the police. In fact, except for the very famous detectives, who often gave advice to the police with mutual cooperation, the rest were discriminated against, ostracized, and even extorted from.

This was the current situation of the Loen Kingdom.

“Alright,” Ian readily agreed.

Considering that they were entering the sewers, Klein changed into a set of clothes worn by the common working class, put on a deer-hunting cap, and took a lantern with him.

Both of them took the public carriage to the East Borough. They walked for half an hour to reach the remote sewer entrance under the watchful gazes filled with numbness and malicious intent.

find it?” Ian asked, half-surprised and half-curious, as he watched Klein lift the manhole cover and climb

focused on the area beneath him and answered casually, “Skillful training which includes

into the sewers. He

to have

him directly. He held the already lit lantern and led Ian to the fork in the path where they arrived

Zreal’s body was missing now when compared to the previous night. He was missing

not something a rat can do… Klein muttered to himself and

of the lantern’s light, Ian was able to clearly see

yellow-green bile. Klein took out the Quelaag’s Oil he prepared, unscrewed

eyes lit up, and

twenty seconds later, he weakly whispered,

stood up slowly and examined the mutilated corpse

that this is Detective

condolences,” Klein replied out of politeness. “I

nodded indiscernibly as he followed Klein back to

moment, Klein

end of my mission. As for what should

silent for

still owe you three matters. You can tell

Klein answered frankly. “I want to know where I can get

almost without thinking, “Go to Bravehearts Bar at Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge

the other two matters in the future. I have a feeling that

him a look but

two split up and headed down different streets in the

his steps. He then hid

he saw Ian return silently as he

in a timely manner, leaned his back against the

scraping sound of the manhole

out, Klein discovered

on Zreal’s body? Indeed, this matter goes deeper than it

to leave for real and

…

in his home situated in

four people

the two of you deserve.” Dressed in a pale yellow lace dress, Audrey pushed a bulging

faster than her mouth. Feeling the weight of the money, she could only say sincerely, “Miss Audrey, thank you

she spoke, she untied the thin string around

stripes. The stack was thick and exuded a special smell of ink, one

pounds…” Xio took one note out and checked its face value. Beside her, Fors, who appeared lazy and unbothered by money, had

thickness, Xio tried to figure out how many notes

exchange looks with Fors and saw the

obviously a lot more than

of eight hundred pounds. Decide how you

this matter had placed

savings, it’s enough to buy the potion formula for Sheriff… Xio, who was slightly taller than 150cm, stared blankly at the notes

them any less,