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.

Midseashire, and I did various jobs before I

so rich in knowledge

your flattery…

coffee and said, “Sherlock, I hope you can provide me with help in the future if

connections in the detective circles have widened… Klein replied

tactfully offered to take his leave, and Klein accompanied

on his coat and hat, Stuart was about to open the door and leave when he suddenly turned around and sincerely

talent deserves

a moment, but then he immediately

and said, “I can’t tell the quality of the coffee. It’s all

…

the butcher’s to buy a few ox bones and some beef. He went to the

rice. As for noon, he found a random restaurant on the streets and ate a

to study the Book of Secrets, and the

had a solid foundation. He quickly grasped many things once he

the evening, he smelled the tantalizing fragrance of the beef bone soup, and

as though it was a bugle

Klein walked behind the door and reached for

appeared in his mind. It was the handsome but not masculine red-eyed

rush him at all… What a man of his word…

“Good evening, Mr. White”

raised his chin, letting his

robes

who said he could

his teeth and said, “That old man,

how do I get rid of this inducing

chest and said with a stern

good dinner waiting

spoke, he sniffed indiscernibly, as if he

his coat and hat without

I’ll take

the door and taking a few steps, he cautiously asked, “Do

to convince Lawyer Jurgen

angle and

casually added, “It’s too simple. I obtained it easily by

makes it sounds like he’s rather proud of receiving

in front of him, Emlyn casually said, “Do you know what

Klein responded without

persistent gloomy sky with fog that blots out the sun. This allows me to go out during the day without

great, except for

didn’t bring the Sun Brooch with me; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to

arrived outside the Jurgens, and Klein went up to

and Mrs. Doris, who was dressed thickly at

crouched to the side, looking at Emlyn warily, as though it felt that something was