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.

Dumon clutch at his heart, his face

Talim did die of a sudden heart disease…”

frowned, wearing a puzzled, confused,

several different divination statements

got up and paced back and

as though he was angry that he wasn’t good enough to help his friend or find out

sat down and didn’t move for a long time. In the dark

me, then I would’ve been fighting with the air just now… Klein shook his

to perk up again before he read the stack of notes carefully, including what Talim had

of the ordinary about it… Klein picked up a sharpened pencil and drew circles, marking out the

sigh. Without confidence, he packed up his things,

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

and went into the bathroom next door, hiding himself with a

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

had become clear, no longer

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

things, he had used his Beyonder powers as a Magician

paper, and he wrote down

of

he repeated it seven times with his body and mind in peace and quiet, he leaned back in his chair with the paper and handkerchief in his hand and fell asleep in the silent and

a gray, separated, and illusory world, Klein

before his eyes was a palm-sized wooden puppet, carved with eyes, a

red blood on

palm stretched out. The skin was white and exquisite, smooth, and beautiful, with five slender and delicate fingers

a unique ring with an inlaid

Pa!

black flames as it pointed at the heart of the wooden

a sound, the scene shattered and Klein woke up

Talim had

scene of

to get rid of all interference… Klein was puzzled

that too abstract and easy to misread was a problem with his limited divination abilities. It meant that the difficulty of 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

in the past? Klein dug through

up straight,

divining the real reason behind the countless coincidences,

with the red chimney, but he couldn’t reach

of a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that’s resisting the power of the

possibilities. I have to confirm it again!He put in a lot of effort in order to

it wasn’t daunting for the experienced him. The

divination is no longer successful, then something around the target or the target is resisting the gray fog to some

a deep breath, Klein calmly repeated the previous

true cause of