Lord of the Mysteries

The visitor was a man in a dark green postman uniform. He smiled at Klein in a fawning manner.

“Are you Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?” he asked.

“Yes.” Klein could vaguely guess the purpose of the other person’s visit.

The visitor raised his right hand and handed over a palm-sized item that was wrapped in layers of black gauze.

“Please sign and accept your package.”

Klein deliberately revealed his doubts.

“Shouldn’t you give me a slip and let me go to the corresponding post office for collection?”

The Loen Kingdom’s postal system was a perfect replica of the Intis system, and even the flaws were copied quite significantly. Anything that couldn’t be stuffed directly into the mailbox, no matter what it was, would only be given a “collection slip” by the postman, making the recipient go through the hassle of collecting it himself.

“… Haha, because it’s rather precious, so I have to personally deliver it to you,” the postman said after a momentary shock.

It seems you’re not professional enough to be a real postman… Without further questions, Klein accepted the package, pen, and slip before signing them.

He closed the door and returned to the living room. He didn’t rush to open the package, but he took out a gold coin and threw it into the air.

Pa!

Klein caught the gold coin and looked down to see if it was heads or tails.

A number faced up, indicating a negative response. There’s no latent danger…Klein nodded slightly and put away the gold coin. He touched the paper figurine in his pocket and carefully opened the package.

After one layer after another of black gauze was removed, the objects inside clearly presented themselves to him. They were a pale gold-colored, elegantly patterned pocket watch; a handkerchief stained with dark red blood; seven or eight brown short curly hair tied together; and a stack of notes.

Talim’s belongings, his hair, his blood, and his daily records, are all present… Prince Edessak sure is a very efficient man. It’s not even nighttime… Klein looked at the items on the coffee table and suddenly felt that there were many people staring at him at that very moment.

An ancient Angel Family with a heritage of more than two thousand years would definitely have an unimaginable background. Being involved with the royal family’s internal strife makes it possible for me to be pulverized at any moment and anywhere… Maybe I’m already being monitored now… I have to appear mediocre and useless enough, to ensure my safety… Klein had already decided what to do, so he took his time checking the pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair.

During this process, his spiritual intuition didn’t give him any warnings, nor did it prevent him from attempting divination.

After having a better grasp on the situation, Klein took out the letter, picked up a pen, and wrote his divination sentence:

“The true cause of Talim Dumont’s death.”

He acted big-hearted and poised, as though he didn’t feel that he was being monitored at that very moment.

Picking up the curly hair and handkerchief, Klein chanted the divination sentence while leaning back against the back of the sofa. His eyes turned deep as he entered Cogitation.

After repeating it seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar lobby of the Quelaag Club.

clutch at his heart, his

shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart disease…” Klein

wearing a puzzled,

tried several different divination statements

and paced back and

wasn’t good

a long time. In

with the air just now…

again before he read the stack of notes carefully, including what Talim had done

Manor, Quelaag Club, Viscount Conrad’s mansion… There’s nothing out of the ordinary about it… Klein picked up a sharpened pencil and

all of this, he let out a long sigh. Without confidence, he packed up

middle of the night, when the red moon was hidden by layers of clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke

of bed, opened the door slowly, and went into the

four steps counterclockwise, he arrived above the gray fog and sat down at the

clear, no

after, Klein took the blood-stained handkerchief from a hidden pocket in his pajamas made

he was packing his things, he had used his Beyonder powers as a Magician to hide the handkerchief on his

and he wrote

true cause of Talim Dumont’s

quiet, he leaned back in his chair with the paper

a gray, separated, and illusory world, Klein

palm-sized wooden puppet, carved with eyes, a

blood on the puppet’s body,

exquisite, smooth, and beautiful, with five slender and delicate fingers that accentuated the hand’s flesh and

a unique ring with

Pa!

flames as it pointed

and Klein

wasn’t wrong. Talim had died under a

seen the scene of the curse happening, so why wasn’t

the gray fog is able to get rid of all

the matter he was divining was too high and that it had nothing to do with the gray fog. It was an understandable outcome, but he had clearly seen the scene of the murderous curse, but he was limited to a small

a similar situation in the past? Klein dug

straight,

reason behind the countless

with the red chimney, but he couldn’t reach Ince Zangwill and

someone or something that’s at the level of a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that’s

not necessarily. There are still quite a few possibilities. I have to confirm it again!He put in a lot of effort in order to calm

method used for confirming, it wasn’t daunting for the experienced him. The method was simple—redoing the same

successful, then something around the target or the target is resisting the gray fog to some

deep breath, Klein

cause of Talim