Lord of the Mysteries

Emlyn glanced at lan, raised his hand to pinch his nose, and chuckled.

“It appears you don’t understand me. It’s okay. A more simple description is to gather information about foreigners that come from the Southern Continent, especially from the Star Highlands and the Paz River Valley.

“What information do you want exactly? There are plenty of pure-blooded people from the Southern Continent in Backlund. Those that you’ve mentioned are also common,” Ian calmly asked without flaring up due to the contempt he received.

Emlyn laughed.

“The ones that are a bit more abnormal. They do things in a fishy manner and seem to all be mysterious. You should understand what I’m getting

at.”

“There are definitely many people you describe. In Backlund, they are either servants, workers, or thieves-being part of gangs. As the latter will all meet your criteria of being abnormal, fishy, and mysterious.” Ian sincerely pointed out how unpragmatic Emlyn’s request was.

Emlyn was already prepared for this. With an unobvious smile, he nodded slightly.

“Then, give me all the information that meets those criteria. I’ll do the filtering. Oh, I’ll pay 50 pounds as down payment for this commission as the standard fees for the early-stage investigations. The subsequent payment will be counted based on how much information of value is provided. Each one will cost 20 pounds.”

“Who is the one to determine its worth?” Ian asked after a few seconds of thought.

For him, having a 50-pound income for preliminary work like this was enough for him to accept the job. It was more than enough to hire a dozen people or so to investigate the areas from East Borough to Cherwood Borough for half a month.

He didn’t mind how much he could only from the 50 pounds, as there were many people here who relied on him for their survival. He needed to arrange jobs with payment for them to do from time to time; otherwise, he would never be able to be kept abreast with the latest developments.

Emlyn sized up Ian and scoffed.

“Of course it will be me. You should know how trustworthy I am.”

“Detective Moriarty never told me that…” Ian mumbled and sighed. “Alright. Our last cooperation was still pretty good. I choose to trust you.”

Emlyn nodded in satisfaction, took out his wallet, and counted another 50 pounds worth of notes.

During this process, Emlyn momentarily felt the pinch when he realized he only had 407 pounds in savings.

And now there’s only 357 pounds… He looked away from the notes and handed the cash to Ian.

He didn’t stay. Putting on his hat, he walked out of the billiard room and left the Bravehearts Bar.

On the street, Emlyn stopped pinching his nose and looked up at the flame-like clouds. His expression gradually fell heavy as he silently muttered, That Wraith from before isn’t around… Where did it go?

Humph, Ian acted as though he had never heard of the Rose School of Thought, but his racing heartbeat had betrayed him…

Also, he actually didn’t ask if Sherlock Moriarty is back in Backlund. He didn’t even show any concern… Could it be that Sherlock has already returned to Backlund and that he has already met him?

Rorsted Archipelago, City of Generosity, Bayam.

the harbor, Admiral of Stars Cattleya had brought along Frank Lee, who had his sleeves rolled up which revealed his brown hair, to an area outside a house with gas wall lamps. They came to

his skin was so pale that it was transparent. He looked so

nudged

Heath Doyle tersely acknowledged.

days after you left, a stranger visited Cielf. He stayed for about fifteen minutes. I didn’t approach for fear of being

men to tail the stranger, but they

look like?” Cattleya asked

Doyle took out a piece of raw beef from a leather pouch by his waist. The blood on it remained fresh, but it didn’t show any signs of contamination.

of beef melted in Heath Doyle’s hand, dripping to the ground like water. They then

Frank Lee’s eyes shimmered as he watched this scene,

Doyle, had the intention to run, but he slightly slanted his body and pointed to

“Roughly like this.”

this moment, a blood portrait had already taken form. It was that of a man with a mustache, with facial features that resembled that of the Paz River Valley. His greatest

much fat,

retracted her gaze from the ground and asked, “And

Heath Doyle tersely acknowledged.

visited Cielf after that, other than his temporary servants and chef he hired. I got men to investigate them.

prostitute home, allowing her to leave only at daybreak… I’ve

acting very normally all this time?” Cattleya

of view, not having any abnormalities

of Thought

nodded in

“Yes.”

the building’s main door and said after some thought, “I actually planned on using Beyonder powers to infiltrate and bring Cielf under control in the fastest speed possible before taking him away to prevent any accidents. But from the looks of it, the best solution is to knock on the

danger was what

and hadn’t done his duty as first

thick glasses and hung them by her waist of her black warlock robe before

“Okay.”

left the shadowy corner and walked towards the main door

at the crimson moon that could be seen penetrating through the

approached and the

show any obvious changes from the previous time. He remained thin and dark. His eyes were somewhat puffy, and his brown eyes were trying hard to

there something

behind him. It made the area appear dark and gloomy, as

slowly, “I have a new idea. I plan on

without any intention

warped as his voice

“Why?”

she slowly said, “Because I’m a

whatever they did out of their

as a smile suffused his eyes