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

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

him into the sewers.

to have

already lit lantern and led Ian

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

can do… Klein muttered to himself and didn’t

lantern’s light, Ian was

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

eyes lit up, and he calmed

seconds later, he weakly whispered,

examined the mutilated corpse a few

that this is

of politeness. “I suggest you call

indiscernibly as he followed

moment, Klein clapped his

the end of my mission. As for what should be done

fell silent for

three matters. You

I can only think of one at the moment,” Klein answered frankly. “I want to know where I can get a gun and

Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge district. Find Kaspars Kalinin. Tell him ‘Old Geezer’ introduced

in the future. I have

gave him a look but

the East Borough. The secluded

a while, Klein suddenly turned around and retraced his steps. He then hid himself in a

saw Ian return silently as

timely manner, leaned his back against

sound of the manhole cover being removed and heard someone

his head out, Klein discovered that

something on Zreal’s body? Indeed, this matter goes deeper than it seems…

curiosity, Klein decided to leave for real and

…

tea time, Viscount Glaint was in his home situated in

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

a pale yellow lace dress, Audrey pushed a

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

string around the envelope and

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

its face value. Beside her, Fors, who appeared lazy and unbothered by

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

Fors and saw the surprise in each

obviously a lot more than they had

pounds. Decide how

matter had placed you in

need to apologize. Even if we had to do it again and knew of the 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,

that the generous and beautiful Miss Audrey wouldn’t pay them any less, but what if she had