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

he would head to the Harvest Church as a detective and do the rest of the

Klein returned via his original

black hats and a ribbon were anxiously

anxious… With the paper bag containing the Desi pie in hand, Klein approached and said with a laugh, “Ladies,

see Detective Sherlock Moriarty,

Detective, you have to

nervousness, and fear. Therefore, he nodded his head, pointed at the

and he noticed that her condition was entirely different from the past two days. She had become very low and dejected, as though she wasn’t

little, she’s someone who loves life a

she could sit still, Ma’am Mary impatiently said, “Detective Moriarty, I received a

put down the Desi pie, clasped his

active as usual, she said after some deliberation, “That letter asked me to handle the smoke of the factory impartially when I carry out the atmospheric pollution investigation and to acknowledge their contributions, or else I would end up like the doll

doll’s head was ripped off, and

with a trembling voice, “This is the first time I’ve encountered something like this. I don’t know if it will become

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

was now a member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council. Her status was completely different from before, and the police would certainly not

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

status as a follower of the Goddess,

of the reward, he didn’t

from newspapers, and the doll could be bought from anywhere. It would

because of your performance from that matter but also because

me happy,

it would be impossible for a letter made up of words from a newspaper to avoid detection. The sender would have either been caught

will be different

didn’t answer Ma’am Mary right away, but

became unusually quiet. The feeling of silence made Ma’am Mary and Mrs. Stelyn somewhat uneasy for

fished out a coin and made it bounce and roll between his fingers, as though it were a habit of his to focus

flew up and then fell down steadily onto the palm of his hand, its back

was divining whether this matter

don’t worry. You can go back home in peace. If someone comes to you in the next two days to discuss this issue so as to make it public, allowing the citizens to know the true intentions of those factory owners in order to incite anger among the

the council so as to incite the

why the police are