Lord of the Mysteries

West Borough, Grimm Garden Street

Klein, with a quite a stubble around his mouth, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses while carrying a top hat and a black cane. He followed Rogo Colloman into a spacious and bright living room.

There was a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls, corners, and tables were decorated with all kinds of golden carvings and ornaments. The entire area looked gorgeous, exquisite, and luxurious.

As expected of a jewelry businessman, a businessman staying in West Borough…Klein scanned the oil paintings by the side and sighed.

With every step Rogo took, the fat on his body quivered. It left people maliciously wondering when his clothes and pants would snap.

However, as a jewelry businessman, he had enough money to buy clothes of the best quality.

“Detective Moriarty, this is my son, Adol.” Logo stopped at the edge of a carpet and pointed to a boy that was 15 or 16 years old and was sitting on a single sofa.

As all the fireplaces in the house were lit, and there were metallic pipes to conduct the heat around, the living room was rather warm. It even made Klein feel like taking off his clothes until he only had a shirt and a pair of trousers left. However, the boy was wrapped in a thick fur coat and had a blanket that looked burning hot on his legs.

At that moment, he had his head low, tightly hugging himself as he shivered nonstop. His dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster.

Rogo looked at him with concern and raised his voice slightly, “Adol, this is Detective Moriarty. He will be protecting you for today and tomorrow.”

At these words, Adol raised his head, revealing his pale face, his bluish lips, and his unfocused eyes.

“Protect me, protect me… They’re going to kill me! They want to kill me!” His voice became sharper and sharper. In the end, he covered his ears with his hands and screamed.

After a few seconds, he gradually calmed down.

During this process, Klein had already tapped his molars and secretly activated his Spirit Vision.

Huh… He held back the shock that had crept up to his mouth and carefully examined him again.

He saw that the color of Adol’s aura had been dyed with a deep blackish-green sheen!

This is a sign of being haunted by wraiths, a sign of possible possession!

Adol’s bad friends are already taking revenge on him… Or perhaps, there were no such things as “bad company” at all… Klein quietly reached out, held Mr. Azik’s copper whistle, and allowed his spirituality to spread. Then, he thoughtfully looked away from Adol and looked at the others inside the living room.

By the oriel window stood a man in a black coat. He was tall and sturdy, not smiling, and his waist was bulging as if he were hiding a gun.

This should be one of the six bodyguards… Klein was about to size up another person when Rogo Colloman introduced, “Detective Kaslana; her assistant, Lydia.

“Detective Stuart.”

At this point, Rogo turned around and pointed at Klein.

“This is Detective Sherlock Moriarty.”

Kaslana was in her thirties, had black hair and blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. She was probably a beauty when she was young, but now, because of the sagging muscles on her cheeks, she didn’t seem very amiable.

assistant, was a red-haired lady of about twenty years of age. Her figure

wore. The white shirts they wore were tight at the waist which matched the more tight-fitting

no concealment for the two revolvers around their

illegal possession of a gun was a sure thing for a private investigator. This was because—unless one was a noble, a Member of Parliament, or a senior civil servant—it was very difficult to

sat opposite to Kaslana and Lydia. He had a lean face, but he grew a

as Lydia, and almost as tall as

in it,

his hat, and handed it to

it quickly from.

matchbox, etc to his trouser pockets. The only thing left in his coat was herbal powder, extract essence, keys, and his wallet. There were a total of

head to size Klein up and chuckled. “You didn’t

gun.” Klein smiled and

he puffed out his cheeks to stimulate a

Bang!

out, and without thinking, Stuart rolled over, while Kaslana and Lydia quickly got off the sofa, each

and confused about what was happening. Adol continued keeping his

realized that nothing had happened, Kaslana and company

I picked up to the police, I’ve been learning how to imitate its sound. It seems to be quite effective,” Klein replied

not funny, Detective Moriarty,” Kaslana said in a

lampooned. He handed

keep that

up and asked, “Why haven’t I heard of you, Mr. Moriarty? I mean, I know a lot of people in the detective business, but I’ve not heard about

only came to Backlund in early

Stuart laughed and said, “Tonight, the two of us will pair up. We’ll be in charge of everything from

with

take over your shifts in the early morning,” Kaslana

took a long look at

…

and female hosts prepared a hearty dinner for the detectives and the bodyguards, but

heart’s content, Klein and Stuart, a young man with a full beard, went

said, “Sherlock,

you sure are affable… Klein’s expression didn’t change as he

according to the countryside, he’s been haunted by ghosts and evil spirits. Frankly, I’m afraid of that.” Stuart sighed. “Mr. Colloman should take him to a psychiatrist, and if that doesn’t work, get the priests from the Lord of Storms to sprinkle some holy water

to him,” Klein

about

“That’s up to you.

arrived at their destination and entered their respective

…

morning,

in a rocking chair, holding onto Azik’s copper whistle, quietly watching his ward.

speak, afraid that they would

cold chill

up and opened