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.

at his heart, his face contorted

of a sudden heart disease…” Klein opened his eyes and muttered softly to

a puzzled, confused, and thoughtful

different divination statements

got up and paced back and forth

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

and didn’t move for a long time. In the dark room, he was like

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

he seemed to perk up again before he read the stack of notes carefully, including what Talim had done and who he had met on the day and the days

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

he let out a long sigh. Without confidence, he packed up his things, washed up, and

when the red moon was hidden

slowly, and went into the bathroom next door, hiding himself with a Paper Figurine Substitute in the

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

had become clear, no longer dispirited, dejected, and

hidden pocket

his things, he had used his Beyonder

a deep breath, Klein conjured a pen and paper, and he wrote down the divination sentence that was no different from the

of Talim

in his chair with the paper and handkerchief in his hand and fell asleep in

world, Klein saw a completely

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

were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet’s body, giving it

stretched out. The skin was white and exquisite, smooth, and beautiful, with five slender and delicate fingers that accentuated the hand’s flesh

unique ring with an inlaid sapphire

Pa!

was wreathed in black flames as it pointed at the heart of the

shattered and

Talim had died under

seen the scene of the curse happening,

the gray fog is able to get rid of all interference… Klein

to do with the gray fog. It was

such a similar situation in the past? Klein dug through

up straight, remembering

divining the real reason behind the countless coincidences, something similar had

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

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

confirm it again!He put in a lot

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

so terrible, and if divination is no longer successful, then something around the target or the target is resisting the gray fog to some extent,

breath, Klein

of Talim