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.

Lee, who had his sleeves rolled up which revealed his brown hair, to an area outside a house with

Doyle who was in charge of monitoring Artisan Cielf. He was thin and his skin was so pale that it was transparent. He looked so frail that

recently?” Cattleya nudged the gold-rim glasses on

Heath Doyle tersely acknowledged.

Cielf. He stayed for about fifteen minutes.

on your instructions, I sent men to tail the

stranger look like?” Cattleya asked with a

by his waist. The blood on it remained fresh, but it didn’t

of that, this piece of beef melted in Heath Doyle’s hand, dripping to the ground like water. They then squirmed like they had

the effect I want!” Frank Lee’s eyes shimmered

the intention to run, but he slightly slanted his body

“Roughly like this.”

portrait had already taken form. It was that of a man with a mustache, with facial features that resembled that

not much fat, very athletic,” Heath Doyle

from the ground and

Heath Doyle tersely acknowledged.

temporary servants and chef he hired. I

every day. He will bring a prostitute home, allowing her to leave only at daybreak… I’ve been constantly

very normally all this time?”

point of view, not having any

Thought

Doyle nodded

“Yes.”

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

what

done his duty as first mate, Frank Lee hurriedly said, “Captain, I’ll go with

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

“Okay.”

corner and walked towards the main door of

seen penetrating through the

and the door creaked

from the previous time. He remained thin and dark. His eyes were somewhat puffy, and his brown eyes were trying

there something this

gas wall lamp’s light behind him. It made the

“I have

motionlessly without any intention of stepping

his voice turned somewhat

“Why?”

seemed to freeze as she slowly said, “Because I’m a

They did whatever they did

a smile suffused his eyes