Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 272

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 hide

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

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

nodded, sighed, and said, “This is Loen, this is Backlund, Mr. Stanton, I

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

Klein answered briefly

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

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

open book with a vertical eye

from just now were a bit out of place. 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.

Ever since I activated my Spirit Vision, he had a blue color of rational

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

Detective Isengard Stanton is one such genius at observation

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

stories high, a sign of Backlund’s latest trend and of the kingdom’s most advanced construction

Street and got off the carriage opposite the Bravehearts

it wasn’t the peak period at the bar yet, the moment he entered, he saw Kaspars

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

counter, and asked with a smile, “Is

had one hand in his pocket as he gripped

gazes sweep past him.

time he finished asking his question, the gazes moved

his eyes, and when he saw that it was

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

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

he felt that the question

5 Miss Bodyguard accept a three-day protection mission for 1000 pounds? 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

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

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