Lord of the Mysteries

Wednesday morning, across from the Coim Company, in the Cherwood Borough.

Klein was sitting on a wooden bench outside the Gardeley department store, clutching a paper bag containing the most famous Cyndi Desi pie in the area with one hand, and holding a cup of iced tea in the other.

Beside him, a tramp was curled up on the other side of the bench, sleeping. Ten minutes later, the mall’s security guard woke him up and shooed him away.

Klein wore gold-rimmed spectacles which didn’t provide for any vision correction and a silk half top hat. He didn’t look much different from most of the gentlemen around him.

He idly looked across the street at the Coim Company, lifted his right hand, and took a large bite of the Cyndi Desi pie. He felt the rich aroma gush out and fill his oral cavity.

The reason why this pie from Desi Bay stood out amongst the southern pies was that it used a lot of oil and fat, but the meat was chopped into very tiny bits. With the fat and lean meat mixed together, it didn’t feel too heavy.

The rich, meaty juice seeped into the outer crust, neutralizing the dryness and made up for its shortcomings. The wheat fragrance was clearly brought out, and the small pieces of crushed apples were used to stimulate appetite with a slightly sour and sweet taste while neutralizing the oily taste.

It’s okay… Although the weather isn’t good and the pollution is terrible, Backlund is far superior to Tingen in many other aspects. Foods of all styles can be found everywhere. There are all kinds of operas and plays available. They can be enjoyed as long as one isn’t afraid to spend money… Although I might not necessarily eat or partake in such entertainment, I have these options at the very least. This is the advantage of a big city… Klein raised his sweet iced tea and took a sip.

He never took his eyes off the Coim Company’s entrance. For that ten pounds, he had been sitting there since eight in the morning. Even his breakfast was bought on the way there.

Of course, for most private detectives, a commission of ten pounds was an absolutely enviable business, equivalent to about three weeks’ salary for a member of the middle class!

According to the information provided by Mary Gale, her husband was currently the first manager of Coim Company and was Luke Sammer’s superior; however, their shares in the Coim Company came from Mary’s father, and Mary had inherited it.

One of the immediate reasons she suspected her husband of having a mistress was that an employee in the company had divulged to her that Doragu Gale would leave the office on Wednesday and Friday mornings alone and only return in the afternoon. In addition, he would leave work early for two days a week, and Mary had never seen her husband return home before seven.

After breakfast, Klein waited another hour plus before seeing his target walk out of Coim.

He was wearing a black top hat, a double-breasted tweed coat, and a standard bow tie. He was slightly fat, with yellowish temples, slightly brownish eyes, and a slightly long face.

Doragu Gale… He silently recited his target’s name, stood up, picked up his cane and his heavy portable camera, and crossed the road.

Instead of getting his carriage driver to pick him up, he stood by the side of the road and looked around for a rental carriage.

Klein took the opportunity to cross the road and arrive beside him. Pretending to be careless, he bumped into his target.

“Sorry, I’m quite lost.” Klein bowed his head in apology.

Doragu frowned, but remained silent, waving his hand to indicate that it didn’t matter.

and walked

use the dowsing

with Doragu. With the help of his agility as a Clown, he had secretly slipped a spare button of his

just in

tail him. He waited patiently for a few minutes before slowly getting into another horse carriage and said to the carriage driver, “Just go according to my instructions. Head

driver

carriage, Klein leaned his cane

statement wasn’t directed at Doragu Gale; instead, it became “the

Only Seers were

to find were

to change directions until they finally arrived at a street house in the Hillston Borough. When they first circled

him that

fare, Klein walked to the door with marble statues outside. He saw two men in

don’t know you. Where’s your proof of membership?” One of them, a brown-skinned man of

Klein hid his heavy camera behind

brown-skinned man immediately turned

the Quelaag Club. Only our members and up

Klein tersely acknowledged.

I join your

only join after receiving a recommendation from two members,” The brown-skinned man didn’t brutally chase him away, but patiently

couldn’t guarantee that Klein would end up joining the club

Klein pursed his lips and decided to

a hotel near the Quelaag Club and got a

the gray

exact same divination sentence as before: “The whereabouts of the spare

time, he didn’t use the dowsing method, but

to be quite a high-end club, and he suspected that there might be some powerful Beyonders inside. In order

black coat, which was hung on a coat rack. On the carpet

of a romping man and woman entered Klein’s eye. The man was Doragu Gale, the woman

with her knitted brows does look rather coquettish… Why am I

with my own body. I can only do it through sketching and not through the camera… I can’t possibly draw a picture with my bare hands, can I? It looks like today won’t do. I’ll tail that girl and find out

was about to leave the mysterious space above

which had

divination. It would’ve been the same if he was above the gray fog. Furthermore, he had various matters to divine the few times he came above the gray fog previously, and he didn’t have the capacity to bother with such a question. Now that he was free, he decided that it wouldn’t hurt to