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.

as he watched

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

him into the sewers. He nodded without looking

to have received very

him directly. He held the already lit lantern and led Ian to the fork in

was missing now when compared to the previous night. He was missing an arm and half of

something a rat can do… Klein muttered to himself and

light, Ian was able to clearly see the

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

up, and he calmed

seconds later, he weakly whispered,

up slowly and examined the mutilated corpse a

can confirm that this is

out of politeness.

as he followed Klein back to the

moment, Klein

of my mission. As for what should be done after

fell silent for

you three matters. You can tell me

at the moment,” Klein answered frankly. “I want to

thinking, “Go to Bravehearts Bar at Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge district. Find Kaspars Kalinin. Tell him

I have a feeling that we’ll meet again.” Klein

him a look but didn’t

down different streets in the East Borough. The secluded spot, once

steps. He then hid himself in a secluded corner, peeking at the entrance

waiting for two or three minutes, he saw Ian

in a timely manner,

heard the scraping sound of the manhole cover being

his head out, Klein discovered that Ian had

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

decided to leave for real and planned to seek out

…

in his home

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

pale yellow lace dress, Audrey pushed a bulging envelope across the

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

spoke, she untied the thin string around the

paper money with black stripes. The stack was thick and exuded a special smell of ink, one that left

its face value. Beside her,

the thickness, Xio tried to figure out how many notes

Fors and saw the

a lot more than

pounds. Decide how you will

very sorry that this matter

possible consequences, I would still accept the request… Even if it’s divided evenly, with my savings, it’s enough to buy the potion formula for Sheriff… Xio, who was slightly taller than 150cm, stared blankly at the notes in the envelope, wishing she could pull them all out and count them over

Miss Audrey wouldn’t pay them any less, but what if she