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.

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

answered casually, “Skillful training which includes many techniques in reasoning, investigation, tracking, and

followed him into the sewers.

have received

lantern and led Ian to the fork in the path where they arrived

Zreal’s body was missing now when

can do… Klein muttered to himself and

light, Ian

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

lit up, and he calmed

later, he

and examined the mutilated corpse a few more

that

condolences,” Klein replied out of politeness. “I suggest you call the

he followed Klein back

that moment, Klein

is the end of my mission. As for what should be done after this, that is up

for a few

matters. You can tell

frankly. “I want to know where I can get a gun and bullets, without needing a

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

talk about the other two matters in the future. I have a feeling that we’ll meet again.”

gave him a look but didn’t

two split up and headed down different streets in the East Borough. The secluded spot,

retraced his steps. He then hid himself in a secluded corner, peeking

or three minutes, he saw Ian return silently as he

in a timely manner, leaned his back against the

sound of the manhole cover

Klein discovered

a clue or something on Zreal’s body? Indeed, this matter goes deeper than it

for real

…

Glaint was in his home situated

to the study was tightly shut, separating the four people inside from the participating guests in the

pale yellow lace dress,

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

the thin string

stack was thick and exuded a special smell of ink, one that

and checked its face value. Beside her, Fors,

tried

with Fors and saw the surprise

was obviously a lot more than

pounds. Decide how you will split the money

sorry that this matter had placed you

still accept the request… Even if it’s divided evenly, with my savings, it’s enough to buy

them