The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 153

Unique wide jawline, her hair bunned like the eyes of an ancient knight, eyes that look at you with the intention of a cold smile.Xio Derecha half slumped on the sofa as she scanned the portrait Audrey gave her.

In his eyes, the man was probably like a living, walking pile of money.

After recalling the appearance of the great pirate Qilangos, he continued reading the description written at the bottom of the page:

"Brown hair, dark green eyes.

"The photograph can only be used as a general reference because the target has the ability to transform into someone else. It was unknown how long he could sustain that transformation."

The portrait can only be used as a reference.. Target has the ability to transform into another person... Just as a reference, change into another person... Then why did I spend so much time memorizing his facial features? Xio put on a puzzled expression, as if this was the first time he had witnessed the world's evil intentions for him.

He looked up and saw Fors Wall slumping languidly on the sofa opposite him. He seemed to be muttering to himself, "There is no way to look for this person. We don't know what he's like. All we know is he's not from Backlund. There are too many strangers coming to Backlund every day. ."

Fors tried to sit down, but failed even after three tries.

"I'm just an Apprentice, not an Arbitrator.." She pouted as she placed her hand on the armrest of the sofa, successfully pulling herself into a sitting position.

"Does that woman think that we are prophets?" Fors joking.

Xio would reply when he realized that there were still footnotes he had not read.

He recited it softly, "The suggested search ways are as follows:

"1. Qilangos had an evil object with him. It needs to devour the flesh, blood, and soul of the person who lives every day.You can consider looking for lost bums.

"2. Look for Qilangos information thoroughly and build a profile of his unique hobbies and behaviors.

"3. The look on a person's face may change, but as long as he hasn't received any special training, he will often act like himself, like the things he likes to eat, his gait, his gait, the actions he used to do, and many more.other details."

Fors nodded as he listened.

"Miss Audrey is not an innocent and naive teenager as the rumors say about her. He had a meticulous heart and a sense of calm observation."

"Is that so?" Xio asked, hesitating. He did not expect an answer as he changed the topic by suggesting, "I will be responsible for gathering information. Can you consolidate that pile of gold pounds, not—hobi and admiral's unique nature?"

Fors opened his eyes wide and shook the steel box containing his cigarette.

"How can you stand doing this? How can you make a tiny, sensitive writer consolidate, analyze, and deduce?"

Xio glanced at his good friend as he exuded an aura of authority without even realizing it.

"There's an interesting paragraph about cutting in your Stormwind Mountain Villa."

Fors pulled his shoulders back and lowered his head. He looked at the coffee table and said, "Do you know how much hair I pulled out, how much sleep I lost, just for that paragraph?"

He quickly raised his head and looked at Xio Derecha, then lowered his head once more and grumbled, "Life is short. There are too many things we need to do, why should we waste our time on such uninteresting and rude tasks?"

It made a lot of sense. Xio almost nodded in agreement. He fought hard to maintain his authority as an Arbitrator.

"Then do you have any other way to solve this problem?" He suppressed his voice, making his childish voice sound deeper.

Fors thought for nearly twenty seconds before suddenly looking up.

"We can hire a professional! Once you're done gathering information on Hurricane Rear Admiral, we'll clear the name and hand it over to an excellent detective, then ask him to consolidate and abate. All we have to do is pay the. !" fee. !"

Why don't I think about that. Xio's mind went blank. Fors and Xio looked at each other without saying anything.

When the atmosphere became awkward, he cleared his throat.

"We'll do it as you suggest."

After saying this, he quickly added, "You'll pay the cost!"

…

Howes Street, Divination Club.

"Good day, Mr. Moretti." The beautiful receptionist Angelica looked at Klein in surprise. "You rarely come on Friday."

Tired of looking for a house with a red chimney, Klein smiled and said,

"Fate never repeats indefinitely. Fate always gives us surprises."

He was in the area, and the time on the carriage he had rented had run out; thus, he had come to drink black tea and rest.

"Your words have always been so philosophical," Angelica praised.

Klein thought for a moment before saying thoughtfully, "i probably won't be coming to the Divination Club too often in the future, so you won't have to recommend me to others anymore."

He had already digested the potion, so he had to advance towards a new goal!

"Why?" Angelica said in shock and confusion. "You've made a name for yourself at the club. Most people know that your predictions are very accurate and magical. In fact, we're considering getting you to come on Sunday as a lecturer."

If I get paid one pound for every prophecy I do, then I will continue to do this regardless of how tired I am, I still have to investigate the houses with red chimneys and find the culprit as soon as possible.

"Madam, don't convince me to stay; this is a fate arrangement.

"i won't stop coming to the Divination Club completely, it's just that my visits will become less frequent.I will still pay the membership fee on time."

I can get a replacement for that .. I will go down occasionally to monitor the place .. Klein added in his heart.

"It's a pity, I hope you'll be at the club when I get lost." Angelica sighed.

He realized that this was not as surprising as he had imagined after the initial shock had passed.

Perhaps the magic fortune teller who still respects fate is not someone the club at Tingen can hold back.

"Black tea sibe?"

"Yes." Yeah." Klein returned his smile.

He spent about twenty minutes at the club, spending time off, finishing his black tea before leaving the club. He took a public train back to Daffodil Road.

When he entered, he opened the mailbox out of habit and saw that there was a letter placed in it not too long ago.

Klein opened the letter and realized that it was from Mr. Azik.

"… I will head to Morse City on Sunday and return on Wednesday."

Most of the residents in Morse City are adherents of the Goddess.He heads there on Sunday, which means that according to the usual level of efficiency, the, Nighthawks will only receive information on Tuesday or Wednesday.I can do it. To think that Mr. Azik will remember my request. He summoned a spirit and doing something frightening was enough. Klein slightly nodded. He released his spirituality and burned the letter with friction.

He flicked his hand, turning the fire into ashes and letting it fall slowly to the ground.

…

Saturday afternoon. Klein was wearing his black jacket and hat. He held onto his cane as he walked slowly to the Blackthorn Security Company.

After greeting Rozanne, he looked into the partition and noticed that the Captain's office was open. He deliberately spoke louder, "Yesterday. I saw a girl who looked like you in the Divination Club."

"Thank you?" Rozanne asked, his interest piqued.

Klein nodded without sincerity. "Yes, actually, I thought she was your sister."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have a sister, not even a cousin." Rozanne laughs. "Do you remember his name?"

"No, why should I remember his name?" Klein smiled. "Look at it exactly as you see it."

"Can I take that as a compliment?" Rozanne is a chatty girl who never needs anyone else to start a conversation. He asked of his own volition, "Klein, will I assume that you are getting quite a lot from the Divination Club? As a true Astrologer, your abilities far surpass those who consider this a hobby."

We would still be good comrades if you didn't mention this. Klein coughed.

"Seer must respect destiny. We can't use divination to ask for abnormal privileges."

"Did you deduce your own adage to a Diviner?" Rozanne asked out of curiosity.

"Yes" Klein replied honestly.

After a short chat, Klein bid Rozanne farewell. He took his hat and walked towards the partition.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it! He looked at Dunn Smith, who was drinking his coffee, as he knocked on the open door.

"Please come in." Dunn looked at Klein and immediately adjusted her posture.

Klein had been checking on the Captain for the past two days. He confirmed that Dunn Smith did not mention "the method of acting" when he tried it. It was clear that he was also cautious of Church officials.

So he closed the door and sat across from Dunn. He said with a solemn, yet slightly excited expression, "Captain, I believe that I have fully grasped the Potion Seer.I would like to submit a special application."