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.”

know Capim?” Klein didn’t hide

with a faint smile, “He’s one of the most controversial

brothels. A lot of rumors point to Capim as the criminal

a thousand times over… Klein nodded, sighed, and

“By the way, your fighting

briefly and

a newly arrived tracked carriage did Isengard Stanton instruct his assistant to close the door and

window. The gray-haired elderly gentleman had put away his dark pipe, pulled

brass ornament was a pocket-sized open book with a vertical

Moriarty 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

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 emotion

wholeheartedly focused on studying a difficult problem, it’s very 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 remain in that

Stanton is one such genius at observation and reasoning with extraordinary talent,

Klein gradually reined in his thoughts and cast his gaze out the window and admired the two to three-story

high, a sign of Backlund’s latest trend and of the

Street and got off

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

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

rapped the counter, and asked with a

the same time, he had one hand in his pocket as he gripped Azik’s copper whistle, using his spirituality

sweep past him. It was evident that they were observing

his question, the gazes moved away from

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

Klein let out a breath of relief, no longer using his spirituality to wrap Azik’s

his whereabouts, the gaze shifted again… Someone is also looking for Maric…

his, he felt that the

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

a borough or at least the number two or three. Even if it were a Beyonder who isn’t

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