Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1041

1041 King’s Daughter

Sharron who doesn’t like nicknames? How did she know? She’s interacted with Miss Sharron before? Upon hearing Reinette Tinekerr’s answer, Klein was first taken aback before questions emerged one after another in his mind.

From his point of view, a messenger and a mailer wouldn’t communicate under normal circumstances. The entire process would be the messenger’s appearance, the retrieval of the letter, and its departure.

Besides, when did Miss Messenger need to obtain the permission of the other party when she gives nicknames? Did Frank Lee and Patrick Bryan agree to it?

A few seconds later, Klein instinctively had a guess—Miss Messenger and Miss Sharron definitely had some kind of connection, and Reinette Tinekerr didn’t wish to hide anything.

Reining in his thoughts, Klein opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and quickly scanned the contents.

“There’s something I hope you can help me with. Let’s meet at the Bravehearts Bar to discuss in detail…”

Compared to before, Miss Sharron isn’t that stingy with her words. She’s slightly improved in this aspect for the better. Is this a change that resulted from a demigod advancement? Klein thought for a moment and walked to his desk. Picking up a pen, he wrote:

“When do you wish to meet?”

Putting down his pen, he glanced at Reinette Tinekerr, who was standing by the side, seemingly waiting to write the reply. Klein felt even more certain again.

He folded the letter, handed it over, and casually said, “For Miss Sharron.”

One of Reinette Tinekerr’s heads bit on the letter while the remaining three said, “You…” “Haven’t…” “Paid…

“No…” “Postage…” “Payment…”

Klein cleared his throat, took out a gold coin, and handed it to Miss Messenger.

Seeing Reinette Tinekerr disappear, he revealed a pensive look as he walked to the reclining chair and waited patiently.

Less than a minute later, Miss Messenger walked out of the void again in her complicated dress. She was biting the letter from before.

as he received the reply letter and

don’t have any problems with it, it would be best

nodded thoughtfully and flicked his wrist, causing the letter to

burgeoned and enveloped his body as

disappeared from the reclining chair. The floating ashes hovering in midair automatically fell into a nearby trash can

in Backlund’s North Borough, Cherwood Borough, and the Bridge area, the wall gas lamps brightened slightly before returning to

of East Borough. He changed his clothes, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and went out with the appearance of Sherlock Moriarty, heading straight

who was in the card room playing tabletop games with a bunch of people. He listened for a few seconds before pushing open the door to one of the billiard rooms and entered

he saw figures outlining themselves

exquisite bonnet and a regal dress. Compared to the past, her face was no longer as pale as before. It just looked like she was anemic,

to the right of the billiard table was Marie. This young man who liked to play cards with zombies had turned

off his hat with a smile and

float up weightlessly as she seriously bowed. Marie did the

billiard room seemed

sat down. He chuckled and said, “What is it this

sorry to trouble you again.” Sharron bowed

Sanguine to deal with the key members

how we ambush them, and how our attack will

want anything, just mention it. We

fellow, Emlyn, also enlists The World to secretly help? When that happens, they would have two demigods in their contingency plans…Uh, I think it might work. I can be Sherlock Moriarty while

at

“Okay.”

Sharron, who was sitting

preparation for you to advance to Sequence 4 Puppet, and you’ve

letter exchanges. His main

quietly looked back at him as she said with an ethereal and

directly asked, “What’s your

eyes darted about almost indiscemibly as she said, “‘She’

already had some guesses, he nearly drew a

of an eye, although his expression remained the same, countless thoughts were bubbling

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