The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 147's

The private detective office.

"Sir, your request has been fulfilled" Detective Henry told the man in front of him in a hoarse voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's not an easy mission, nor is it too difficult, but it consumes a lot of our resources and energy. To be honest, I'm a little sorry.I regret setting a price too low for this mission. "

No, no matter what you say, I won't pay a dime anymore! Klein emphasized in his heart. He pointed to the thick pile of documents on the coffee table and asked, "Is this an investigative report?"

"Yes." Yeah." Henry pressed the report that had at least sixty pages and sighed. "This is the most troublesome report I've completed …"

He had not even finished his sentence when he saw Klein hand over four pounds in cash. His attention shifted to determining the authenticity of the notes.

"This is the rest of the cost." Klein held a thick stack of banknotes.

Hendri coughed.

"You're really the man who kept his word. Huh. I didn't expect the investigative report to use this much paper. It's completely outside my budget."

At that moment, Klein took out a thick and standing investigative report.

He bowed slightly and immediately walked to the door with a cane in hand.

Detective Henry's last words were stuck in his throat.

Hey, how can you expect me to pay for the paper used in the investigation report? It should be included in the cost! Klein touched the five pounds of eight soli he left behind and muttered in his heart. He walked quickly to Besik Street.

He scanned the surroundings and made sure that no one noticed him before leaving the place. He found an opportunity to remove his mask.

Klein did not intend to go straight home. He wanted to find a cafe and organize an investigation report. He wanted to find homes that had tenant changes after foreseeing red chimneys. He could then do his search before dinner.

There were many cafes in the area, but none of them met Klein's criteria. Since steam and machines became symbols of the times, more and more cafes have reduced their decor and become like cheap restaurants. They provided drinks, coffee, bread, and dishes such as peas and mutton soup to busy workers. Thus, the esteemed masters and mistress no longer went to the cafe to discuss things. They no longer saw this action as a symbol of their status. Various clubs began to emerge and replace cafes as a place to socialize.

After some time, Klein finally found a cafe that had a decent atmosphere.

He sat in a remote corner and sipped a penny of Southville Coffee before opening the investigation report.

“In the North Borough, South Borough, East Borough, West Borough, Golden Indus, Harbour Borough, and University Borough areas, there are a total of 1,179 buildings that have deep red chimneys… Along the outskirts of Tingen City, there are a total of 546 buildings with red chimneys described by the applicant. This does not include buildings in towns or villages that are relatively further away despite being under the jurisdiction of Tingen."

"Below are the addresses and tenant records of each of those buildings. On request, the activities in the last three months are recorded in more detail."

…

Klein flipped page after page, occasionally making notes on the paper he carried with a pen.

Finally, when he came across the type of red chimney he saw, he realized that there was a change in tenants in twenty-five buildings.

It's not too much. I should try to finish my investigation in two days. After all, I have seen red chimneys and parts of the house in my dreams. My spiritual feeling will have a feeling of familiarity when I see those signs again.I will confirm the target in that way. In other words, I am a living investigative machine. He divided the buildings based on their location and planned to investigate fifteen of them that day.

He did not need to do any divination to get an answer if this investigation proved to be dangerous.

Since there was a change of tenants, it meant that the mastermind behind happened to have already left!

Let's hope the new tenant knows what the previous tenant looks like .. But since the person behind the scenes can control my fate without anyone noticing, to the point of making the coincidence feel so natural, it's just that, he must have had a way to remove any traces.he might have been left behind. Huh, I can only pray to the Goddess and hope that she leaves some kind of hint. He pumps himself and wears his hat. He then picked up his cane and reports before leaving the cafe.

Klein spent two solis in a rented car and visited fifteen buildings with red chimneys before dinner. Unfortunately, there was no building he had seen in his dream.

It would be very troublesome if the investigation tomorrow produced the same result. He may still be living in a house with a red chimney even after I saw him in my prophecy. This could be said that she was extremely confident and unafraid of my investigation; in fact, she might not be afraid of the Tingen Nighthawks. Or perhaps, he had no idea that he had been exposed. That means the power that rejected my prophecy was a power that did not belong to him. Klein stood in front of 2 Daffodil Street and analyzed the various possibilities.

A few minutes later, he patted his tux and pressed his hat before pulling out his key and entering the house with a smile.

He intended to prepare boiled mutton and honey-coated barbecue for Benson and Melissa that night.

…

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the brothers said good night to each other and returned to their rooms.

“I want to know what Backlund is like, with his title Land of Hope and Capital of the Capital.” Klein murmured to himself. He stretched out his hand to grab the curtain, intending to draw it.

Woo!

At that moment, an evil wind blew towards him without warning. The light from the lamp turned dark green.

Klein involuntarily took a few steps back. His work instinct made him knock his left molar twice. At the same time, he leaned over to the bed and tried to grab his revolver under the pillow.

In his vision, a face suddenly protruded from the wall on the table and under the gas lamp. It was a translucent face with no eyes or nose. There is only a mouth!

"Don't shoot." Face with mouth talking.

Can it communicate? Klein was already holding his gun as he aimed.

"What do you want?" he asked in a deep voice.

The face laughed.

"i'm Dal."

the day? Daily Medium Spirit? Spirit Medium Daly sent to the Diocese of Backlund? Klein raised his eyebrows doubtfully.

"Mrs Dal?"

"I know how to visit you this is kind of rude. I should have given you a warning so that you could make the necessary preparations. But it's not convenient for me to meet you now, so, I can only communicate with you using this little guy." The transparent face laughed.

Although his voice was different and jarring, his way of speaking was indeed Madam Daly's style. The ability of a Spirit Medium was really cool. Klein pondered sadly. He did not lower his gun as he asked, "Miss, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"If I were you, I would first seal the bedroom with spirituality. Otherwise, your family members might think you're crazy." That translucent face insinuated, "Heh heh, you don't need to be too careful. I returned to Tingen in secret because of Dunn's letter. You know that Nighthawks can't leave the area where they're assigned at will."

"Captain Letter?" Klein did not approach the table. Instead, he felt the Holy Night Powder he had in the hidden pocket of his black jacket.

"Dunn and I were both Beyonders who started with Tingen Nighthawks. We always maintain good relationships. Last Thursday, yes, Thursday, he sent me a letter and mentioned you. He said that you imitated the Mystery Pryer proverb, came up with a set of rules for a Diviner, and claimed that it was effective in helping you understand your potion. From then on, you no longer hear voices and see visions that you should not. Dunn says that it's similar to what Yes is.

"Heh heh, are you not going to seal the room? I personally do not mind the misunderstanding of your brothers and sisters .." the transparent face said with sufficient speed.

So that was the reason.He was indeed Lady Daly. Klein heaved a sigh of relief, pushing the Holy Night Powder back into his inner pocket. He then walked to the table and took out the silver dagger he used for the ritual from the drawer.

He quickly built a wall of spirituality before turning to a protruding face.

"Mrs Daly, what else was the Captain talking about in the letter?"

"She simply expressed her own confusion and said that she seemed to understand something—but, she was unable to describe it clearly. He was hoping to get my opinion on the matter" Daly said with the help of an eyeless face. "And when I read the letter this morning, I knew that you were not as stupid as you imagined. Heh heh, Mr. Moretti, I think you have concluded 'acting method!'"

"That's why you came looking for me?" Klein neither confirmed nor denied his statement.

Daly clearly knew about the "method of acting.

Daly's translucent face revealed a slight smile.

"Yes." Yeah."

"i believe that we should be honest with each other. I know that you have concluded the method of acting, and you also know that I understand the 'method of acting' as well. Sighs. But what makes me unhappy is that I used almost two years to understand it—but, you've only been a Beyonder for a month and a half."

Klein was silent for a moment after hearing Daly. He then smiled honestly.

"That's because I have you as my role model."

He wanted to say that he "standing on the shoulders of giants," but eventually decided not to give Emperor Roselle the opportunity to appear in conversation.