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.

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

answered casually, “Skillful training which

the sewers. He

to have received

held the already lit lantern and led Ian to the fork in the path where they

missing now when

muttered to himself

light, Ian

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

lit up, and

later, he weakly

and examined the mutilated corpse a

can confirm that

politeness. “I suggest

Ian nodded indiscernibly as he followed

Klein

my mission. As for what should be

fell silent for

three matters. You can tell

to know where I can get a gun and bullets, without needing

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

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

gave him a look

streets in the East Borough. The secluded spot, once again,

his steps. He then hid himself

for two or three minutes, he saw Ian

withdrew his gaze in a timely manner,

heard the scraping sound of the manhole

discovered

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

leave for real and planned to

…

time, Viscount Glaint was in his home

shut, separating the four people inside from

in a pale yellow lace dress, Audrey

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 for your generosity. Your honesty makes you look

she untied the thin string

uniform gray paper money with black stripes. The stack was thick

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

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

help but exchange looks with Fors and saw the surprise

was obviously a lot more than they

hundred pounds. Decide how you will split the

matter had placed

again and knew of the possible consequences, I would still accept the request… Even if it’s divided evenly, with my savings, it’s

pay them