Lord of the Mysteries

Tuesday morning, the weather remained as cold as it usually was this season.

Klein tightened the collar of his tweed coat, put on his hat, and pulled open the door.

He was heading to the end of the street, where the mailbox was, to post a letter to Detective Stuart. Since it wasn’t that far, there was no need to dress neatly or heavily, but Klein had just recovered from his cold, so he had wrapped himself up thickly just in case.

Perhaps it was because of the strong wind last night, but the air in Backlund was surprisingly good. Klein subconsciously slowed down his pace and enjoyed this rare morning.

As he passed Jurgen’s house, he heard the oriel window creak open and instinctively turned to look.

Standing at the window was Mrs. Doris, wearing a black plush hat and a thick grayish-blue scarf. She looked even worse than before, and her body was even more hunched.

“Good morning, Detective Moriarty. Thank you for taking care of Brody. He said you were a good man, didn’t you, Brody?” Old Granny Doris bent down and picked up the black cat with green eyes.

Brody used all four of his limbs and struggled in her embrace. Finally, he jumped down and lightly landed on the windowsill.

But instead of leaving, he circled around and around, nuzzling Mrs. Doris with its head on one side, without even looking at Klein.

Was he being friend-zoned by a cat? Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh and smiled sincerely.

“It’s a happy deed, and even more delightful news is that you’ve recovered and have been discharged from the hospital.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he said goodbye and continued to walk down the street with a smile on his face.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard Mrs. Doris call after him.

“When Jurgen comes back, I’ll have him pay you!”

… Do I look like I took this mission for the money? The smile on Klein’s face suddenly froze. He could only half turn around and wave his hand, indicating that he understood.

When he was far away from Jurgen’s house, his expression gradually turned serious, and he sighed faintly.

He had just activated his Spirit Vision to look at Mrs. Doris’s aura and found that her situation wasn’t too good. It wasn’t only because of her old age but also because of the cold weather and bad air in Backlund. All of these had a very bad effect on her lung disease.

Mrs. Doris should be able to make it through this late autumn and winter, but it will be hard to say for the next one, or the next, next one… If she wants to live for a few more years, she would have to move to the south, to the area around Desi Bay… It’s a pity that it’s likely that Lawyer Jurgen can’t afford to do so now… Even I haven’t been to Desi Bay… Klein mumbled, came to the mailbox, and stuffed the letter in.

prelude to his

he would head to the Harvest Church

Desi pie for breakfast, Klein returned via his original path and was quite at

house, he saw an elegantly-decorated carriage parked outside. Two ladies in black hats and a ribbon were anxiously pulling on his doorbell, while the maids and

the paper bag containing the Desi pie in hand, Klein approached and

turned back to see Detective Sherlock Moriarty,

you have

nothing fake about her anxiety, nervousness, and fear. Therefore, he nodded

he glanced at his landlady, Stelyn, and he noticed that her condition was entirely different from the past two days. She had

landlady liked to show off a little, she’s someone who loves life a lot… Klein took out his

she could sit still, Ma’am Mary impatiently said,

clasped his hands and asked, “What does the letter

sideways at Mrs. Stelyn, and seeing that she wasn’t quite as active as usual, she said after some deliberation, “That letter asked me to handle the smoke of

was ripped off, and

she opened the letter, and she said with a trembling voice, “This is the first time I’ve encountered something like this. I don’t know if it will become a reality or not. I didn’t know that I would have to experience such cases when I became a member of

said that there are only two ultimate forms of hatred between people. One is to murder the other person’s parents, and the other is

Ma’am Mary was now a member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council. Her status was completely different from before, and the

development of a governmental policy and wasn’t an ordinary matter, so there was a high probability that the police department would hand the case over to the Church’s Beyonder organization in order to solve

of the Goddess, the Nighthawks was

way, even if Klein wanted a share of the reward, he didn’t

by cutting the words from newspapers, and the doll could be bought from anywhere. It would be very difficult to find the sender in

but also because of Mike’s approval, Aaron’s praise, and Talim’s extolment. And I know you made a great contribution in that serial murder case. Don’t worry, I

words make me happy,

bribed, they would probably transfer the case to the Nighthawks, and with Beyonder means such as divination available, it would be impossible for a letter made up of words from a newspaper to avoid detection. The sender would have either been caught

what the situation is, it will be different from how the

answer Ma’am Mary right away, but he carefully analyzed the abnormality of

of silence made Ma’am Mary and Mrs. Stelyn somewhat uneasy for some

coin and made it bounce and roll between his fingers, as though it

flew up and then fell down steadily onto the palm of

was divining whether this matter involved danger, but it turned out

have considerable abilities, it would still result in a certain degree of danger. It’s impossible to have none… Is it just a simple threat? Or… Klein suddenly thought of another possibility as he smiled and said, “Ma’am Mary, don’t worry. You can go back home in peace.

which Klein had just thought of was that the threat was a trap set up by the council so as to incite the public to use their anger, allowing the atmospheric pollution investigation to be carried out smoothly and lead to the subsequent bill which

police are responding in