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.”

Klein didn’t

handed the notes over and said with a faint smile, “He’s one

Backlund, innocent girls often go missing 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

Klein nodded, sighed, and said, “This is

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

briefly and got off

his assistant to close the

The gray-haired elderly gentleman had put away his dark pipe, pulled out a

book with a vertical eye in

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

Klein who was sitting on the carriage mumbled to himself silently as he leaned against the wall, That Detective Isengard Stanton is problematic. Ever since I activated my Spirit Vision, he had a blue color of rational thought and indifference and maintained a purple color of spirituality dominance. There weren’t many other colors of

wholeheartedly focused on studying a difficult problem, it’s very difficult to maintain similar states for extended periods of time. Other

such genius at observation and reasoning with extraordinary talent, or

as it ferried more than forty passengers towards the Backlund Bridge area. Klein gradually reined in his thoughts and cast his gaze out the window

brown houses five or six stories high, a sign of Backlund’s latest trend and of the kingdom’s

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

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

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

counter, and asked with a smile,

in his pocket as he gripped

finished his sentence, he felt gazes sweep past him. It was

the time he finished asking his question, the gazes moved away

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

relief, no longer using his

for his whereabouts, the gaze shifted again… Someone is also looking for Maric… Klein resisted the urge to turn around and observe as he analyzed

doubt of his, he felt that the question now had a general answer

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

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