Lord of the Mysteries

Seems to be of Balam lineage… a university lecturer… It really is Mr. Azik, not someone sharing the same name… Using the information provided by Old Kohler, Klein basically confirmed that the person the bounty was aimed at was the suspected descendant of Death, Azik.

Here lies the problem. Who or what organization is looking for Mr. Azik?

The Numinous Episcopate whose ultimate goal is to revive Death? Ince Zangwill who likes to play the mastermind behind the scenes?

It’s unlikely to be the latter. Ince Zangwill has Sealed Artifact 0-08, which allows a target to act according to his descriptions, and through a series of coincidences, he can achieve his desired objective. There’s no need at all for him to use the gangs and bounty hunters to find Mr. Azik…

Wait, what if this is actually an arrangement by Sealed Artifact 0-08? Realizing that he’s now the target of Mr. Azik but lacks the confidence to clinch victory in battle, Ince Zangwill is using 0-08 to instigate conflict between Mr. Azik and some particular faction, hoping to eliminate his enemy indirectly. And this reward was issued by that faction… It’s very possible!

However, I can’t rule out the Numinous Episcopate. To get revenge, Mr. Azik might have made contact with them. However, there were major differences between the two parties regarding the resurrection of Death, which eventually led to a falling out…

Klein instantly thought of two possibilities and the corresponding reasons.

He took a sip of his coffee and said to Old Kohler, “Help me find out who issued this bounty and its exact price. If it’s appropriate, I’ll take note of it while I’m at it.”

“No problem.” Old Kohler didn’t feel that anything was amiss with Klein’s request.

From a certain perspective, there were no essential differences between a private detective and a bounty hunter. The only difference was that the former would involve themselves in trivial matters such as catching adulterers in the act, finding cats, and helping others walk dogs, while they tended to use the powers of deduction more than brute force.

When Old Kohler finished describing what he had seen and heard, Klein briefly taught him some of the tricks of leading a conversation based on the Nighthawks’ curriculum, as well as the contingency plans for specific scenarios.

“It’s time for me to go to the docks. Thank you, Detective Moriarty, for allowing me to lead a good life once again!” Old Kohler picked up the old, worn-out hat on the table and thanked him sincerely.

The detective, in his view, not only provided him with a well-paid job, but he also taught him many useful things. Even if the detective no longer needed him as an informant, the skills he learned would allow him to barely survive in East Borough, especially since he was growing older and less capable of laborious work.

A good life? In my opinion, what you have now is the basics of what a person should have… After watching Old Kohler walk out the cheap coffee house, Klein sat there in a daze.

This was the first time that he had heard a friend’s name from someone else since his arrival in Backlund, and it was also the first time that he might have grasped Ince Zangwill’s whereabouts!

For the past three months, Klein’s main goal had been to digest the potion and enhance himself, especially after he killed Lanevus.

That was because he knew very well that he and Ince Zangwill, who was most likely a High-Sequence Beyonder, had an unbridgeable gap. He couldn’t be impatient for revenge, especially when it came to the chilling Sealed Artifact 0-08. He didn’t even have the intention to approach and investigate it.

Scenes from the Blackthorn Security Company in Tingen replayed themselves in Klein’s mind, and those bright polished shoes clearly appeared before his eyes.

Raising his head and slowly letting out a breath, Klein took his scarf and hat and walked out of the cheap coffee shop.

…

outside a rather

the carriage, pressed his hat, and went

was Isengard Stanton’s

days ago, inviting him

the bike project, tactfully replied that he had no time to spare as a form of rejection. To his surprise, Isengard Stanton didn’t seem to mind and said that the case had hit a brick wall, making it unlikely that there would be any breakthroughs anytime soon. He was very willing to wait for Detective Sherlock Moriarty’s visit and expressed how he

date after the negotiations, which happened to be

Ding dong, ding dong.

bell twice and

door creaked open, and the assistant of the great detective, Isengard, said with a smile, “Good afternoon, Detective Moriarty. Mr. Stanton is waiting for you in the activity room. Would you like coffee or

was thin and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He looked both refined and

up at him and said,

the activity room and said, “Sorry, our servants are only temporary, and they just happened to be on their day off today, so

walked towards the activity room on

knock on the door, he suddenly felt that something

with Mr. Stanton a few days in advance. Why would I chance upon the temporary servants’ day

eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a

this moment, the door to the activity room

eye, as if some seal was lifted, the

overturned and was stained with dark red blood. A book lay beside it, its cover

just that one glance, Klein felt as if he was seeing a murder

of the book caught his eye: “The Devil’s Legend of

was about to make a move when a strong wind suddenly blew in the activity

Creak!

entire interior of the activity

no longer any red embers glowing; the coffee table, the sofa, the chairs, the cupboard, and other items had

on the carpet and walls, and a lot of scorch marks, but there was no sign

happened to Detective Stanton? Klein suddenly took a step back, intending to first

the same time, he felt someone lock

him with a cold and merciless gaze from an unknown

his response, he would immediately be met with a fatal

this be a suitable day to visit Isengard Stanton? Was my interpretation

nervous or flustered. Having experienced many battles and “performances,” he knew that

tap, tap. Isengard Stanton’s assistant walked

the tray was a tin teapot

in place when he saw the scene in the activity

at Klein, his face suddenly filled with fear as he stuttered, “You…

he said a word, a piece of flesh fell from his face