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.

years of age. Her figure was excellent, but she had

similar to what aristocratic riders wore. The white shirts they wore were tight at the waist which matched the more tight-fitting trousers that facilitated movement. The pleats were the only thing that

no concealment for the two

a saying from Lawyer Jurgen that illegal possession of a gun was a sure thing for a private investigator. This was because—unless one was a noble, a Member

lean face, but he grew a bushy beard. His light

was about the same age as Lydia, and almost as tall as Klein, a little over 1.7m and weighing

and in it, there was obviously a

exchanging pleasantries, Klein took off his coat, took off his hat, and handed

I can retrieve it quickly from. There are some important items

had already transferred the paper figurines, notes, charms, a matchbox, etc to his trouser pockets. The only thing left in his coat was herbal powder, extract essence, keys, and his wallet. There were

his head to size Klein

is my gun.” Klein smiled

time, he puffed out

Bang!

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

servant beside him were both surprised and confused about

was only holding onto a black cane and realized that nothing

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

Moriarty,” Kaslana

for you… Klein lampooned. He handed his cane to the maidservant

will keep that in

patted his clothes with great interest, got up and asked, “Why haven’t I heard of you, Mr.

came to Backlund in early September,” Klein

two of us will pair up. We’ll be in charge of everything from midnight until tomorrow morning.

with the same

rest and take over your shifts

took a long look at

…

worried male and female hosts prepared a hearty dinner for the detectives

young man with a full beard, went to their rooms on the

that no one was around, Stuart shook his head and said, “Sherlock, you should’ve noticed that the problem with

change as he asked,

or, 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

it to him,” Klein

I’ll consider it in about a couple of days.” Stuart glanced sideways

replied, “That’s up to you. My mission will

two of them had arrived at their destination and entered

…

morning, inside

copper whistle, quietly watching his ward. Stuart sipped his coffee at his

of them didn’t speak, afraid that they would

passed, a cold chill swept through the

and opened