Lord of the Mysteries

The wheels of the carriage pressed down on the track as the horses dragged it along. The heavy carriage steadily advanced, and soon, they were moving away from the street as though nothing had happened.

With a normal expression, Klein held onto his cane and waited until the tracked public carriage passed two stations before he got off ahead of time. He took a large detour and slowly headed back to the place where the gigantic Devil dog had been killed.

He wasn’t looking for its Beyonder characteristics, as it was impossible for the top experts of the Church to not know about this matter. They would’ve definitely taken it away long ago. He also wasn’t investigating the source of that slight snort. After all, with so much time having passed by, the carriages moving on the streets, and the people that were coming and going, how could there be any clues left behind? Even divination would fail to obtain an answer.

Klein’s purpose was to look at the subtle details that remained along the street, and to see the nature of the Sealed Artifact that had created the strange environment for the battle, so as to prepare for what might happen in the future.

This is a Magician’s acting… He sighed silently as he walked under the gray sky, along the edge of the street which was marked by the gas lamps.

The reason why he had to wait two stops before getting off and taking a detour, was because he was worried that there would be an official Beyonder who would sweep the battlefield in secret. He didn’t want to meet them, so he tried his best not to.

Klein, who was dressed decently and holding onto a cane, took some time before he returned to the huge Devil dog’s place of death. However, there were no traces of its presence on the street, and the passersby clearly didn’t know that a fierce Beyonder battle had taken place here.

That Sealed Artifact is really magical. It’s even more powerful than large-scale hypnosis. Klein activated his Spirit Vision and slowed his footsteps, like a gentleman on an outing rather than on an errand.

It took him over half an hour to complete his tour of the area, but his efforts with his Spirit Vision was futile. There was nothing out of the ordinary about his target area.

However, Klein’s spiritual perception sensed one thing: its scope and its boundaries.

When I entered the block and left from another direction, I felt a subtle and illusory feeling, as if I entered a different world from another world. That is to say, the Sealed Artifact’s scope of influence can reach at least one block, and its upper limit is temporarily unclear. Klein stood outside the target street, and nodded thoughtfully before returning. He went to a decent cafe, ordered a cup of Southville coffee, and sat down by the window.

As he drank the fluid with a rich aroma, he observed the street outside, which was beginning to bustle as time passed by, hoping to see any changes.

Unfortunately, what he had been looking forward to didn’t happen.

Of course, he wasn’t without gains. At the very least, he confirmed that a Magician “never performed unprepared,” which was one of the rules of acting.

He felt that the characteristics of the subtle precipitate in his body stirred a little.

In the evening, Klein stopped his observations and returned to Minsk Street in a public carriage.

At this moment, the gas lamps on both sides of the road had already been lit, illuminating the slightly wet cement ground with withered leaves that fell from the trees along the road with a blue hue.

Holding his cane, Klein strolled past the house of Lawyer Jurgen and strolled to Unit 15.

As he was walking, he suddenly thought of something. He had finished all the ingredients at home. If he went back now, he wouldn’t be able to cook dinner!

Uh, should I go to the meat shop and fruit shop, or find a restaurant to fill my stomach first? Klein hesitated for a moment, he then finally decided to take a break tonight and eat something ready-made.

an hour was spent cooking for five minutes of eating. However, there was still a certain amount of work to be done. Furthermore, he

his wallet, Klein turned around and walked in the direction of the area, where according to his

the house of Lawyer

the “confused” expression Detective Moriarty had, Jurgen raised his voice and said, “Mr. Moriarty, did… I mean, did you forget your key again? Or did you drop your

he saying “again?” Klein replied with a chuckle,

solemnly nodded

why don’t you come to

completely

hesitated for

be my

in a corner. Jurgen

cane, he stepped into the dining room and saw that the table was already covered with food—blackened

Lawyer Jurgen’s grandmother, cooked in her old age.

in front of

about to have

mine to look at the scenery outside before my meal. It allows my thoughts to

looked around in puzzlement

and colder. Her chronic lung problems are back, so she has no choice but to

triangular Sacred Emblem of the

he cut a piece of steak and forked

and hurriedly asked, “So, you were the one who prepared

was done a

back the fear in his heart and still bit down on the small piece of steak on

as he forcefully swallowed the food. He squeezed a smile as he asked, “Why did you prepare

taken to the hospital for my grandmother.” Jurgen glanced up

and steeled himself as though prepared to

solicitor put down his fork and knife, picked up the glass beside him, took a sip of red

you

still a large gap between my skills and my grandmother’s, but

taste besides facial myopathy… Can’t you realize

bought from Dodge bakery.” Jurgen reburied his head and

for a moment and said, “Detective Moriarty,

is it?” Klein kept drinking

mashed potatoes

when I’m not back, clean up his litter box, and play with him for a while. He loves to be scratched under the chin. Yes, every night at ten, if there’s

smiled and said, “It’s a simple task.