Lord of the Mysteries

“No, it’s just good luck. God was watching over me.” Klein modestly stepped aside and invited Stuart in.

What he said was the truth, and this matter did involve good luck. Long before Stuart had accepted the mission, he already knew of Emlyn White’s whereabouts.

Stewart shivered as he took off his coat and hat and hung them on a rack in the hall.

“The darn weather is getting colder. Perhaps I should try using those coats with cotton stuffed inside them,” he said.

“You can’t call this cold, right? If you go to the north of Midseashire and live in Winter County for a day, you’ll understand what truly low temperatures and true winter are like.” Klein chuckled.

Then, he generously asked, “A cup of hot coffee?”

“I would love one.” Stuart followed him to the activity room on the first floor. “I’ve been to north Midseashire, and I know about the cold and the snow there. It was a nice vacation, but Backlund’s cold isn’t inferior either. It went through my clothes like magic and seeped into my bones. Oh, what a wonderful fireplace!”

Stuart stood in front of the burning fireplace for twenty seconds before he sat down on the sofa. He looked at Klein, who was busy brewing instant coffee, and he said, “I’m going south for a holiday to go fishing at Desi Bay for new year’s. What about you? Do you have any vacation plans? We put up with Backlund’s air for a year and work hard to save money, all for such a holiday.”

“Perhaps, I should head to Desi Bay as well…” Klein said hesitantly. He turned his head to the side of Stuart’s face, and for a moment, he seemed to be in a trance.

This involved an agreement.

An appointment with his elder brother, Benson, and sister, Melissa.

“Haha, I’ll show you my fishing skills when the time comes.” Stuart continued without end, “We still aren’t rich enough, otherwise I’d like to travel to Feysac, Intis, and even to the Southern Continent.”

After he finished making the coffee, Klein handed the man a white porcelain cup. He took two steps back and sat down across from him.

Holding the cup in his hand, Stuart took two deep breaths of the fragrant and warm steam.

After resting for a few seconds, he put the cup down and said very formally, “According to our agreement, I’ll share the reward I received this time with you.

“The Whites gave a total of fifty pounds, and you obviously did more than I did.

“Sherlock, how about thirty pounds? I still have to pay my informants for their work.”

Only fifty pounds? A vampire is only worth fifty pounds? Klein couldn’t help but silently lampoon.

But he also knew that it wasn’t that the Whites didn’t want to increase the bounty; it was because they were worried about giving too much money and scaring the detectives into making unnecessary associations, attracting the attention of the police or some official Beyonder organization.

To the average private detective, a fifty-pound mission was already tempting enough, and Klein had only used seven pounds back then to hire detectives to investigate all the red chimney houses in the whole of Tingen City and the towns along its outskirts.

“In addition, the Whites gave you an extra pound, claiming its for your transportation expenses for the past few days.” Looking somewhat puzzled, Stuart produced six five-pound notes and one one-pound note.

Klein reached out to take them, casually checked their authenticity and didn’t explain the transportation fees.

Stuart didn’t ask any further questions and instead said with a smile, “Apart from Mr. Stanton, you’re the best detective I’ve ever met. Did you join this profession midway, or have you studied under a great detective prior to this?”

What great detective have I studied under? There’s quite a number. There’s Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, the forever elementary school student 1 , and that guy who swindles others in the name of his grandfather 2 … Klein silently lampooned.

from Midseashire, and I did various

in knowledge and experience!” Stuart said in

embarrassed by your flattery… Klein

I hope you can provide me with help in the future if I encounter a difficult case that I’m unable to

in the detective circles have widened… Klein replied cautiously, “If I have the time when

Stuart tactfully offered to take his leave, and

Stuart was about to open the door and leave when he suddenly turned around and sincerely said, “Sherlock, you

deserves

a moment, but then he

quality of the coffee. It’s

…

buy a few ox bones and some beef. He went to the vegetable shop to buy some ingredients such as white radish,

beef bone radish soup for dinner and eat it with the leftover rice. As for noon, he

and the

had a solid foundation. He quickly grasped many things once he came into contact with

he smelled the tantalizing fragrance of the beef bone soup,

doorbell again, as though it was a bugle to

down his saliva, Klein walked behind the door and reached for the

his mind. It was the handsome but not masculine red-eyed vampire, Emlyn

a man of his word… Klein opened the door

“Good evening, Mr. White”

his impatience show in

something when Klein looked at his brown clerical robes and said with a knowing smile, “You just came over

the one who said

maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, Emlyn gritted his teeth and said, “That

I get rid of this inducing

Klein could reply, he patted the clothes on his chest and said with a stern face, “Take me to

dinner waiting for

spoke, he sniffed indiscernibly, as if he had smelled

and

I’ll take

steps, he cautiously asked, “Do you have a

Jurgen to allow Mrs. Doris to

looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and said, “I don’t need those

he casually added, “It’s too simple.

of receiving a

front of him, Emlyn casually said,

responded without any

sky with fog that blots out the sun. This allows me to

except

to vampires? Fortunately, I thought of this yesterday and didn’t bring the Sun Brooch with me; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to communicate with Emlyn… Klein seemed

conversed, they had already arrived outside the Jurgens, and

and Mrs. Doris, who was dressed thickly at home, said with pleasant surprise, “Mr. Detective,

Emlyn warily, as though