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.

asked, half-surprised and half-curious, as he watched Klein

him and answered casually, “Skillful

into the sewers. He

seem to have received very

Ian to the fork in the

More of Zreal’s body was missing now when compared to the

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

the help of the lantern’s light, Ian

Quelaag’s Oil he prepared, unscrewed the cap, and bent over to place the mouth close to Ian’s

up, and

seconds later, he weakly whispered,

and examined the mutilated corpse a

confirm that this is

replied out of politeness. “I suggest you call

nodded indiscernibly as he followed

that moment, Klein clapped his

what should be done after this, that

fell silent for a

three matters. You can

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

Bravehearts Bar at Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge

I have a feeling that

him a look

and headed down different streets in the East Borough. The

his steps. He then hid himself

saw Ian

in a timely manner, leaned his back against the wall, and

of the manhole cover being removed and heard

discovered that Ian had re-entered

Indeed, this matter goes deeper than

satisfied his curiosity, Klein decided to leave for real and

…

Viscount Glaint was in his home situated

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

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

of the money, she could

spoke, she untied the thin string around

black stripes. The stack was thick and exuded

one note out and checked its face value. Beside her, Fors, who appeared lazy and unbothered by money, had also leaned

at least… Observing the thickness, Xio tried to figure out how many

help but exchange looks with Fors and saw the surprise

was obviously a lot

“A total of eight hundred pounds. Decide how you will split the money between the two

matter had placed you in

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

them any less, but