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.

saw Talim Dumon clutch at his heart,

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

frowned, wearing a puzzled, confused, and thoughtful

several different divination statements and received the same

got up and paced back and

was angry that he wasn’t good enough to help his friend

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

I would’ve been fighting with the air just now… Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, got up, and walked to the

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

sharpened pencil and drew circles, marking out the places he would visit and the targets he would ask about in the

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

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

and sat down

become clear, no longer dispirited, dejected,

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

his Beyonder powers as a Magician

pen and paper, and he wrote down the divination sentence that was no

cause of Talim Dumont’s

and mind in peace and quiet, he leaned back in his chair with the paper and handkerchief in his hand and fell

Klein saw a completely different scene

puppet, carved with eyes, a

red blood on the puppet’s body, giving it

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

thing was a unique ring with an inlaid

Pa!

wreathed in black flames as it pointed at the heart of

the scene shattered and Klein woke up from his

initial judgment wasn’t wrong. Talim had died under a

there was a problem. He had already seen the scene of the curse happening, so why wasn’t the scene displayed in its

able to get rid of all

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

encountered such a similar situation in the past? Klein dug

up straight, remembering a similar

the real reason behind the

house with the red chimney,

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

a few possibilities. I have to confirm

wasn’t daunting for the experienced him. The method was

terrible, and if divination is no longer successful, then something around

Klein calmly repeated the

of Talim Dumont’s