The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 102's

The more Klein thought about it, the greater the possibility. Otherwise, who would borrow that random edition of the journal for no reason?

Yes, research on the main peaks of the Hornacis mountains is a fairly unpopular field. Other than lecturers and related professors, ordinary hobbyists would never hear of it. Even the original Klein, who was a history graduate, only found out about it from the Antigonus family notebook. And even if anyone was interested, most of them would remain inside the university complex. No need to borrow a book from the Deweyville Library.

The most important point is that the book happened to be borrowed recently …

By analyzing it like this, there was actually a problem. I wasn't sharp enough and failed to realize it. Huh, I don't seem to have the talent of being a detective or acting like Sherlock Holmes…

While these thoughts were raging in his mind, the Evil Dragon Bar's boss, Swain asked puzzledly, "Is there a problem?"

Since there were customers and bartenders around, he could only ask indirectly.

"Nothing at all. I just want to know how I can investigate this man. As you know, Hanass Vincent died at his house." Klein had long prepared his reasoning.

He did not want to make the Mandated Punisher become interested in the ancient relics of the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range.

"Vincent was one of the quite famous fortune-tellers in Tingen City. He comes here often." Swain did give a careless answer, but when she recalled it, she said, "Now that I think about it, the man in the portrait did come with Vincent at first …"

"That's exactly what I want to know. Do you remember his name?" Klein immediately pressed.

Swain shook her head and laughed.

"i'm not gonna ask my customers' names or identities unless I know them from the start, like Old Neil."

"It's fine then." Klein deliberately showed a sad expression.

For him, it didn't matter if Swain found out, because he could check out the Deweyville Library.

In order to borrow a book from a privately funded library, he would have to leave behind personal information, and his identity would have to have sufficient credibility!

After all, Klein relied on the cover letter from the Senior Professor before he got the library card.

Even if the man had faked his information, it was likely that he left behind some clues that could help my prediction. Klein watched Swain as he returned to the bar table before entering the billiard room with some deep thought.

He was in no hurry to go to the Deweyville Library for his investigation. He planned to complete the purchase first. After all, it was unknown whether he would face any danger and be required to use ritual magic for his later development.

After passing through several rooms, Klein arrived at the underground market. There are several kiosks and customers, a clear indication that this is not rush hour yet.

Just as he stepped forward, he suddenly saw a monster, Ademisaul, who could smell the scent of death, standing in a corner.

The young man was pale, and his eyes were emitting a hint of terror and madness. He also watched Klein as he looked up.

As they made eye contact, Ademisaul suddenly extended his hand to cover his face. He moved towards the corner of the wall in a state of panic.

Immediately, he moved to the side door beside her and staggered as he dashed out.

Is that necessary? I almost blinded you last time. But I didn't do anything. Seriously, it's as if I'm a demon. Klein's facial expression was somewhat stiff.

He shook his head and smiled. He stopped thinking about the monster and came to a stall. He started shopping with a purpose in mind.

After about half an hour, Klein spent a few pounds which was the bulk of his secret money stash.

He counted the three pounds and seventeen soli left, and he felt his heart ache. However, he touched a small metal bottle in the inner pocket of his black jacket.

"This is the essence of the flower, Amantha, that Lady Daly used before.

“This powder mixed with the bark and leaves of drago tree.

"Essential oil extracted from sleeping flowers.

"Dry chamomile petals.

"This is the Holy Night Powder that I previously produced myself."

…

Klein recalled the items stored in each of his small pockets and repeated them. He did so to prevent himself from failing to find the materials he would need at the crucial moment.

Relying on his unique nature in mysticism, he quickly finished memorizing it and walked towards the door.

It was a young lady in a casual green dress. The smooth black hair is soft and shiny. He has a round face with long eyes. They gave her a sweet look and a refined demeanor.

The girl who shivered weirdly on the public train? She did look fine. I never thought she would become a fan of mysticism.Klein slowed down and thought for a few seconds before finally remembering who she was.

He must admit that, other than Justice whom he had never seen clearly, the young woman was the prettiest girl he had ever seen since he moved into this world.

The sweet and delicate girl stood in front of a stall selling books of mysticism and, in violation of etiquette, knelt down to rub her fingers into an ancient book.

The ancient book was tied with a black hardcover. The cover of the book reads "Book of Witches" in Hermes.

"It was recording the black magic of the witches. Even though I haven't dared to try it, someone I know did it, and it really worked." Vendors take advantage of the opportunity to promote the book.

The beautiful woman thought and asked, "In your mind, what does the witch look like?"

"Witch? The bad guy who brings doom, disease, and pain" the seller replied after thinking.

Klein did not hear their conversation as he had already quickly walked out of the front door. He rushes to the Deweyville Library in a hurry to get things done before returning home to cook dinner for his brother and sister. Tomato soup is on the menu.

…

Backlund. Crown Grass Club.

Audrey Hall wore a long white dress with an engagement and ruffle edges, as well as lace around her chest. He stood in the VIP room and watched the horses gallop.

He wore a hooded hat decorated with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and a pair of light-colored mesh gloves. His cold and distant gaze seemed out of place in a crowded place.

Just as the racehorse was pasting the ribbon, his friend Viscount Glaint approached and said in a stifled voice, "Audrey, every time I see you, you look beautiful from a different angle."

"What can I help you with?" In the past, Audrey might have enjoyed the young man's praise, but now she could see Glaint's hidden motives through her speech and attitude.

Due to Glaint's father's early death, he inherited the title of nobleman at the age of twenty. He was a rather thin young man. He looked left and right, then chuckled softly as he said, "Audrey, I know a true Beyonder, a Beyonder that doesn't belong to the royal family."

you've let me down every time you say that. Audrey looks ahead and replies elegantly, "Really?"

"I swear on my father's name. I have seen the strength of his Beyonder," Glaint replied in a whisper.

Audrey is no longer the same as before who should be excited by the news. He was now a Beyonder, but to prevent Glaint from becoming suspicious, he widened his eyes and faked a surprised smile. She asked with her trembling voice, "When can I see her?"

Yeah, it would be nice to meet the other Beyonders. I can't just finish every trivial thing through the Tarot Club. Besides, I have to gather my own resources to exchange them for Mr. Fool and Mr. Hanged Man. Not everything can be solved with money.Sigh, now that I've sent out from a thousand pounds, I should be more frugal …

Glaint was very satisfied with Audrey's response. He looked towards the racetrack and said, "Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literature and music salon at my place."

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The Deweyville Library.

Klein took out an identity card and badge from his pocket and showed it to several librarians.

"i'm a trial inspector from the Awwa County Police Department of Special Operations. I need your cooperation in the investigation," he said in a heavy voice, recalling the police films he used to watch.

The librarian looked at the identity cards and badges before exchanging glances and nodding at each other.

"Please and ask, Officer."

Klein read out the names of journals like New Archaeology and upon completion, he said, "i want the journal's borrowing notes for the past two months."

He realized that one of the librarians had taken care of him before, but it was clear that the man did not recognize him.

"alright. Just a minute." Librarians began searching and quickly found the latest lending records.

Klein flipped through the records seriously, looking for the man who borrowed the same journal as him.

There are not many names because there is only one. He had borrowed the journal several times, including the matter that Klein knew of. The earliest entry was at the end of May, and the most recent was last Saturday, the day before Hanass Vincent's death.

Klein pointed his finger at the borrower's information and remembered it.

Sirius Arapis, a cloth merchant, resides at 19 Howes Street…