Lord of the Mysteries

Detective? A colleague… However, the fact that he’s able to assist the police in dealing with such a serious case shows that he truly is a well-known detective, at least within Sivellaus Yard… Eh, isn’t the serial killer involved in devil worship supposed to be handed over to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery Hivemind? All the police department needs to do is send a few assistants, so why would they need to seek the help of a private detective?

Yes, the eleven serial murders must’ve caused a sensation. Sivellaus Yard is under a lot of pressure, and they aren’t willing to just wait in misery?

Many thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind, but on the surface, he revealed a smile.

“Alright.”

He boarded Isengard Stanton’s rented carriage and saw a young man with brown hair inside.

“This is my assistant,” Isengard, who had a thin and angular face, introduced. “Please, have a seat.”

He didn’t close the carriage’s door, nor did he let the carriage driver drive the horse forward to show that he meant no harm.

Klein deliberately sat down uneasily and asked worriedly, “What would you like to talk about, Mr. Stanton?”

Isengard took out a dark pipe and said, “I want to know what you’ve learned from following Ma’am. Lopez. Did you hear or discover anything?”

“This… I’m also a detective, and you should know that we have confidentiality agreements in this business,” Klein deliberately replied as though he was in a dilemma.

“I’m asking you on behalf of Sivellaus Yard. This has nothing to do with a confidentiality agreement.” Isengard rubbed the pipe with his thumb. “A pound, um… How about two pounds?”

Having learned a lesson from the previous incident with Meursault, together with the fact that there was no need to keep it a secret, Klein replied without hesitation, “Sure.”

“Alright.” Isengard smiled and took out two one-pound notes from his pocket.

Klein acted as though he was recalling something before frankly saying, “We only heard one sentence. Ma’am. Lopez attempted to order her subordinates to tell Capim that he’s not to send anyone over in the next few days.”

“Capim?” Isengard nodded, seemingly enlightened. “Got it.”

Capim?” Klein didn’t hide his

a faint smile, “He’s one of the most

along deserted streets, and after a long time, they might be chanced upon in all sorts of legal or illegal brothels. A lot of rumors point to Capim as the criminal honcho filled with blood and filth on his hands, but due to a lack of evidence, he remains free to this date. Furthermore,

sighed, and said, “This is Loen, this is Backlund, Mr. Stanton, I shall bid you

you for your cooperation.” Isengard got up midway as a polite gesture to send him off. “By the way, your fighting skills

Moriarty,” Klein answered briefly

Isengard Stanton instruct his assistant to close the door and order the carriage driver to head

elderly gentleman had put away his dark pipe, pulled

brass ornament was a pocket-sized open book

He wore very cultured gold-rimmed glasses, but he had deliberately grown a beard around his mouth, making him look crude and barbaric. This is not quite in line with the norm. In this day and age, people who wear gold-rimmed glasses tend to care a lot about their image, the image of having knowledge and bearing. Maybe he’s trying to hide something… Of course,

the wall, That Detective Isengard Stanton is problematic. Ever since I activated my Spirit Vision, he

it’s very difficult to maintain similar states for extended periods of time. Other emotions will inevitably appear, the difference being the issue

Isengard Stanton is one such genius at observation and reasoning with extraordinary

the Backlund Bridge area. Klein gradually reined in his thoughts and cast his

five or six stories high, a sign of Backlund’s latest trend

at Iron Gate Street and got off

the bar yet, the moment he entered, he saw Kaspars

glass of Langsky Proof, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he savored the fragrance of the malt

moved closer, rapped the counter, and asked with a smile,

pocket as he gripped Azik’s

sentence, he felt gazes sweep past him. It was evident that they were

asking his question, the gazes moved away from

and when he saw that it was Klein, he said in a bad mood, “He didn’t come. He

relief, no longer using his spirituality to

I mentioned Maric, someone looked at me… When they heard that I was asking him for his whereabouts, the gaze shifted again… Someone is also

his, he felt that

This isn’t to say that the price is too low, but rather that someone of that level already counts as a powerful person. In the Church of the Goddess, she’s qualified to be a Nighthawk deacon or a diocese bishop. If she can gain the favor of a Holy Artifact, she can even compete for the position of an archbishop

of a borough or at least the number two or three. Even if it were a Beyonder