The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 103's

He lives at 19 Howes Street?

While recalling the information, Klein sharply paid attention to the piece of information.

Yeah, Welch lives on Howes Street. The Divination Club is on Howes Street. The cloth merchant named Sirius Arapis also lives on Howes Street. From the looks of it, Welch is also not strange to know Hanass Vincent. They may even have known each other through Sirius Arapis…

Suddenly, Klein felt that he had connected the clues as his mind became clear.

He was initially puzzled as to how Welch would become acquainted with Hanass Vincent as the son of a banker was not particularly interested in mysticism. For him, money is more important than prophecy. But now, Klein felt that he had an inkling of how they were getting acquainted.

According to the description of some magazines, middle-class and wealthy residents will happily visit their neighbors of the same social class to form social circles that benefit them. Similarly, Welch and the cloth merchant, Sirius, certainly had the motivation and opportunity to make friends as they both lived around Howes Road…

It is not difficult to understand how Sirius knew Hanass Vincent, who regularly went to the Divination Club on Howes Street. Maybe it was a fortuitous encounter, or maybe Hanass had helped her before. After all, this allowed the two of them, who often met each other in the same area, to become closer to each other….

Hanass Vincent wanted to sell his ancient books, and thus, Sirius introduced him to Welch, who was a scholar from the History department…

In Hanass's dream, there is a suspected evil god figure, "True Creator." He also knew the exact format of the spell. This proves that he is very deep in the realm of death. The possibility that he may have been a member of a secret organization cannot be ignored.

I cannot rule out the possibility of him joining some secret organization under the influence of Sirius.

…

With ideas so easy to come to him, Klein was able to tell that the information the man had left behind had a certain degree of credibility even without using divination methods.

Even if he is not called Sirius Arapis, or works as a cloth merchant, and does not live at 19 Howes Street, he must be living on Howes Street or, at the very least, at the very least, somewhere nearby!

While these ideas flashed through his mind, Klein looked at the loan notes once again with this new thought.

The last time she came to Deweyville Library was last Saturday, the day before Selena's birthday party, which was also the day before Hanass Vincent died. A few days had passed since then, but he had yet to return the trouble he had borrowed.

According to past records, if he only borrowed two editions, he would usually return them the next day.

Could this mean that he knew of Hanass's death and was frightened to the point that he no longer dared to come to the Deweyville Library anymore?

Yes, he started by borrowing some unrelated history books and journals until he narrowed down what he needed, which was very similar to what I was reading…

This means no one taught him. There is no Senior Associate Professor from the history department of a university. He did this entirely through trial and error.

What would a surprised target do? Two choices. One, if he had all the necessary information, he would head straight to the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range. Second, if he was still lacking information, he would shut up and observe the situation. He would only show himself again if he was sure Hanass' death wouldn't involve him.

After making this conclusion, Klein closed the loan note and returned it to the librarian. He then took out the portrait and asked if anyone had seen the man. Unfortunately, many people come to borrow books every day, and librarians do not have the impression of the average person.

"All right, thanks for the time." Klein kept his identity documents and badge.

He has no intention of continuing the investigation alone. This is not only dangerous, but also troublesome. He planned to go to Zouteland Road once again and hand over his luggage to the Captain and his teammates. He then planned to go home and prepare the Oxtail Tomato Soup for his siblings before heading to the world above the gray fog to find out the whereabouts and conditions of the target.

"Officer, is there anything else?" a librarian asked sincerely while sighing in relief.

Klein slightly nodded and asked, "No, I'll be back if there's a new clue."

He held his black staff with his left hand and walked to the door.

At this moment, he saw a man enter the library with his head bowed. He was wearing a double-breasted coat, his collar standing upright.

As they walked past each other, Klein caught a glimpse of his thick, messy eyebrows, and his pair of grayish-blue eyes!

These are things that high collars cannot hide!

Sirius? Sirius Arapis? A coincidence? Klein froze. He did not expect to meet his target here!

What kind of luck is this!

Isn't this too coincidental?

He evaluated his physical condition and felt the pain of his muscles. Therefore, he acted as if nothing had happened and continued walking towards the door.

Well, we have to follow what our hearts say! Security issues!

It doesn't matter if I miss this opportunity as long as Sirius is still at Tingen!

At this time, the double-breasted man arrived in front of the counter and handed the journal to one of the librarians.

"This is back," he said in a soft and muffled tone.

The librarian accepted the journal causally and when he saw it, he suddenly froze.

He subconsciously looked up and was different because his body could not resist shaking.

"Is there a problem?" the man asked in a deep voice.

The question seemed like a spark igniting the axis, causing the librarian to instantly lose self-control. He ran to the side and shouted,

"Officer!"

At this moment, Klein, who had not left the building, cursed crazily in his heart.

He instinctively grabbed the scabbard with his right hand and pulled out his revolver.

The man froze for a moment before turning around and running fast.

But he's not going to the door. Instead, he fled towards the oriel window to the side, as if he wanted to shatter the glass and jump into the street.

Klein, who was confused, turned to look at the scene when he suddenly felt calm.

He realized that even though he was afraid of the target, his target was more afraid of him!

That man definitely could not determine my ability in such a sudden encounter. He was unclear about what I was proficient at, so, he would instinctively avoid direct confrontation and look for other ways to escape! Convinced of his analysis, Klein raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

At that moment, the double-breasted man suddenly rolled to the ground in an attempt to dodge the bullets.

Following up on that, he pressed the ground with his right hand and pushed himself into the air towards the oriel window.

Click! Klein's first shot was empty.

But this was something he expected. He made use of Sirius' inability to dodge while in midair to aim at his body and pull the trigger.

Bang out!

The silver demon hunter bullet tore through the air and penetrated right at Sirius' back.

Bumped! The glass broke and Sirius flew out of the window, leaving red drops of blood on the broken crystal glass and the window sill.

Klein was no longer afraid now that his target was injured. He ran and jumped out the window with the help of a chair.

This is the area that lines the back of the ground floor of the Deweyville Library. Rows of trees insulate a lush green field.

The injured Sirius ran to the side, in an attempt to enter a small alley between the two buildings. Not practicing shooting moving targets, Klein did not dare to shoot blindly. He could only carry his staff in one hand and his weapon in the other as he chased after the man in black.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

He followed the trail of blood on the floor and tried to close the distance.

With the angle coming, Sirius's injured speed became slower and slower. Klein, who had been waiting for an opportunity to catch him, suddenly felt a little scared. He felt as if the man in front of him was not a human, but a wolf or a tiger, which harbored a frightening danger.

This was the instinct he had as a Diviner, and also the warning given to him by his spirituality!

Klein immediately slowed down, his eyes scanning for blood on the ground.

Compared to the blood he had seen before, Sirius' blood was now black!

At this moment, strong winds flooded him. Sirius's face was reflected in Klein's eyes.

Thick and messy eyebrows. Gray blue eyes. Some protruding warts. Mouth open with two rows of white teeth.

Sirius launched a counterattack at this moment!

This made the face reflected in Klein's eyes more visible. He could even smell a very foul stench!

Sirius pounced a distance of seven or eight meters, far more than any normal human could jump. But since Klein stopped chasing him just in time, there was still a distance of nearly ten meters between them.

When the distance was shortened to two meters, the sticky saliva caused by the disgusting dense saliva and warts formed a terrifying scene that made Klein's nerves tense up.

Without a second thought, he took advantage of the opportunity of temporary immobility caused by Sirius's punch to raise his right hand. He shot nonstop, letting bullets rain down on the target's head.

Bang out! Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!

Shooting from such a close distance allowed the silver demon hunter bullet to pierce Sirius' head. Blood splattered everywhere as his face became increasingly shattered, until he staggered backwards.

Klein had emptied the bullet in his revolver in an instant. He subconsciously wanted to retreat a few steps to confirm the outcome of this battle.

But at this moment, Sirius gave Klein the shock of his life by trying his hardest to stand up straight. Klein suddenly raised the staff in his left hand.

Hit it! A solid silver-encrusted black stick struck Sirius' neck, leaving behind a deep red mark.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Klein acted on instinct, raining down on his opponent until Sirius collapsed and fell to the ground.

Huff! Engaged! Huff! Klein propped himself up with his staff and took a deep breath. His eyes were fixed on his target, afraid that Sirius would suddenly leap back to life.

At that moment, Sirius' head had basically been crushed into a pulp, and his warts had gradually receded. His body stopped moving after a few seizures.

Klein was in no hurry to examine the corpse. Instead, he threw his wand aside and took out the demon hunter bullet he had on him and refilled his revolver.

After doing this, he calmed down and fought back his disgust, kneeling down to rummage through Sirius' double-breasted coat pocket.