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

faint smile, “He’s one of the most

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,

times over… Klein nodded, sighed, and said, “This is Loen, this is Backlund, Mr. Stanton, I shall

as a polite gesture to send him off. “By the way, your fighting skills are excellent. Maybe we’ll have a chance to work together in the

answered briefly and

arrived tracked carriage did Isengard Stanton instruct his assistant

had put away his dark pipe, pulled out a brass ornament from his pocket, slowly stroking

pocket-sized open book with a

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, it’s also possible that he’s a gentleman with an unusual aesthetic sense…” Isengard seemed to be talking to himself, but he also seemed to be teaching

Detective Isengard Stanton is problematic. Ever since I activated my Spirit Vision, he had a blue color of rational

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

Stanton is one such genius at observation and reasoning with extraordinary talent, or he’s

passengers towards the Backlund Bridge area. Klein gradually reined in his

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

transfer, Klein arrived at Iron Gate Street and got off the carriage

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

brandy nose had requested for a glass of Langsky Proof, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he savored the

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

he had one hand in his pocket as he gripped Azik’s

felt gazes sweep past him. It was evident that they

time he finished asking his question, the

and when he saw that it was Klein, he said in a bad mood, “He

didn’t come… Klein let out a breath of relief, no longer using his spirituality to

I was asking him for his whereabouts, the gaze shifted again… Someone is also looking for Maric…

original doubt of his, he felt that the question now had

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

Sequence 5 also implies that the person would be the person-in-charge of a borough or at least the number two or three. Even if it were a Beyonder who isn’t a part of any organization, a person with such strength would be able to establish a small organization of their