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

and answered casually, “Skillful training which includes

him into the sewers. He nodded without looking

seem to have

held the already lit lantern and led Ian to the fork

eyes as he approached. More of Zreal’s body was missing now when compared to the previous night. He was

a rat can do… Klein muttered to himself

light, Ian was able to

suddenly, vomited, and gradually vomited yellow-green bile. Klein took out the Quelaag’s Oil he prepared, unscrewed the cap, and bent over to place

up,

later, he weakly whispered,

stood up slowly and examined the mutilated corpse a

confirm that this is Detective

Klein replied out of politeness. “I suggest you call

indiscernibly as he followed Klein back to

that moment, Klein clapped

for what

fell silent for

you three matters. You can

only think of one at the moment,” Klein answered frankly. “I want to know where I can get a gun and bullets, without needing a

at Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge

I have a feeling that

him a look but didn’t say

the East Borough.

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

or three minutes, he saw Ian return silently as he

manner, leaned his back against the wall,

scraping sound of the manhole cover being removed and heard someone climbing

out, Klein discovered that Ian had

body? Indeed,

satisfied his curiosity, Klein decided to leave for real

…

Viscount Glaint was in

four people inside from the participating guests in the

you deserve.” Dressed in a pale yellow lace dress, Audrey pushed a bulging envelope across

faster than her mouth. Feeling the weight of the money, she could only say sincerely,

string around the

gray paper money with black stripes. The stack was thick

value. Beside her, Fors, who appeared lazy and

the thickness, Xio tried to figure

exchange looks with Fors and saw the surprise in

was obviously a lot more than they had

pounds. Decide how you will split the money between the two of

matter had placed

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

Miss Audrey wouldn’t pay them any less, but