Lord of the Mysteries

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Holding onto a revolver that he rented from the Quelaag Club with one hand, Klein pulled the trigger repeatedly, hitting the bullseye accurately, with the worst shot hitting the 8 ring.

By feeding his practice with live bullets, along with the superhuman control that he had after becoming a Clown, his marksmanship was considered rather excellent.

If I continue practicing for a few months, I could even be considered a sharpshooter…Klein unloaded the revolver in satisfaction and cleared the empty shells. They fell to the ground noisily as he looked at Talim Dumont with a smile.

“Are you satisfied?”

“Very good.” The equestrian teacher, Talim, had already taken off his black tweed overcoat and light gray sweater and adopted a boxing stance. “Come on, let me see the standard of your fighting skills. I can tell you frankly that I’ve received training as a trainee knight since I was young, and I’ve never let it go to waste.”

As a Beyonder, if I can’t even beat an ordinary man who has only received training, then I might as well die! Klein cursed silently. Without taking off his double-breasted coat, he set down his revolver. Klein took two side steps and gestured to Talim that he could begin.

He originally wanted to wriggle his finger to add to the atmosphere, but when he thought of the other party’s strength, he couldn’t be bothered to waste his time.

Talim appeared to be a little excited as he began bounce-stepping a little. He suddenly pressed forward and threw out a punch to the right.

Klein blocked and grabbed with his left hand, bent low and twisted his waist before reaching out his right palm, and did a smooth backflip.

Thud. Talim flew out, landing on his back. Klein didn’t exert any strength towards the end, only throwing him off his feet through the use of inertia.

“Impressive!” Talim quickly stood up and gave a thumbs up. “As expected of a famous detective. Your marksmanship and fighting skills are excellent.”

I only beat a weak chicken like you, so how can you tell that my fighting skills are very high? Klein secretly lampooned and asked with a smile, “Now that you have a better picture, can you tell me what kind of request your friend has?”

“Heh heh, he will come to the club later. You can talk amongst yourselves.” Talim massaged his back as he said, “As for what the request exactly entails, I’m not sure either. Oh right, he’s a reporter at the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph. He’s probably hoping for some short-term protection.”

“Alright.” Klein didn’t ask any more questions. He continued practicing his shooting, but he didn’t limit himself to a revolver. He also practiced with a hunting rifle, a single-shot rifle, and a repeating rifle. He hoped that if he encountered any problems in the future, he would be able to use any of the firearms around him.

cafeteria, and got a serving of roast chicken and a piece of pan-fried steak, as well as the club’s limited supply of cream

got some Feynapotter seafood rice, fruit salad,

this sumptuous lunch, he couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva

eaten outside, it would probably cost 3 soli… Klein switched between using silver knives, forks, and spoons as he ate in

on the table, Talim Dumont led a man, in a heavy overcoat and a half

friend I was talking about, Mike Joseph. Mike,

Mike took off his hat

his late twenties, with rather sparse eyebrows and rough skin. His pores were unusually

his facial features weren’t bad. His blue eyes were especially charming. The two thin lines from the

around his lips. He got up and invited the other party to sit down, then he smiled and said, “Today’s cream cheese lobster is pretty good. You can

a plate, made a circle, and picked up a

Talim smiled as he

can tell.” Klein set down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and sipped his black tea

was very satisfied with

moment, Mike Joseph came back with two plates of food. He took a few quick bites to fill his stomach before

heard

which had organs removed?” Klein’s

expected, every detective is

pulled out one of the papers and pushed

discovered that it was the Daily Observer where Mike worked at. On the front page

killed!

the Backlund Police Department was located at Sivellaus Street at the edge of Empress Borough, so they were also known as Sivellaus

the same as the case he had previously encountered. The victim was a

yet? Does the criminal have rich ‘anti-investigation’ powers and is able to destroy the souls of the deceased? Or could it be that the deceased soul, along with her innards, were extracted to fulfill the requirements of the devil-worship ritual? Yes, he’s definitely capable of interfering with divination… Indeed, if the

this case. Without the invitation of the police, I cannot take it. I have

invite me to the police station for coffee… Klein did

was easy to run into official Beyonders involved in the investigation of the

seek the murderer. I just want to finish my report,” Mike Joseph swallowed some shrimp and