The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 157's

"No, we don't .." Klein didn't have a chance to reply before Benson interrupted with a smile.

"Although Elizabeth is indeed a little young and her family is much more prominent than us, I find the two of you quite compatible with each other. But you might have to wait a few more years. He is still studying in public school and wants to go to university. Marriage should be something to consider only six to seven years later. Of course, you can get engaged sooner than that."

… Can you not think that far? Klein took a deep breath.

"I don't really like Elizabeth, or, rather, I don't really like girls younger than me. I prefer a more mature girl."

To be honest, I can accept anyone within a reasonable age range, just not now.

"Do you like older girls?" Melissa furrowed her brows. "Then you have to quickly solve the problem about your marriage."

Uh? Klein could not understand his sister's logical leap. He asked confusedly, "Why?"

Melissa explained seriously, "You'll be about 25 when you're done saving for your wedding. Girls who are older than you will get married or engaged when they reach that age. Do you want to pursue a widow?"

What ... Klein thought in Mandarin as he put on a blank expression.

Benson smiled and denied his sister, "Melissa, you don't understand. In this day and age, it is not uncommon to see women in their thirties who are unmarried or engaged in the middle class. Goddess, and all have the ability to support themselves. They would rather be single than stuck in a marriage they are not satisfied with. Yeah, that's what I read from 'Family' magazine'."

"Is that so?" Melissa is a sixteen year old girl. He did not have a good understanding of things like this.

Upon seeing his siblings awaken from the conversation, Klein coughed and said, "What I mean by adulthood is their mental state. They don't need to be older than me. Next up, the one who should be worried about their marriage is Benson."

I'm sorry, Brother, I have no choice ..he apologized in his heart.

"…" Melissa froze for a moment, then nodded heavily. "Fuckin' thick!"

Benson was just about to elaborate on middle-class marital issues when he suddenly shivered. He looked at his sister who was looking at him and said, "i am now at the cusp of a turning point in my life. I would only confidently pursue the girl I wanted when I had found a job that made me satisfied and had a reasonable amount of savings. Only then can I give him a good life."

Klein and Melissa froze, then asked in unison, "You have a girl you like?"

Benson, who was just giving a careless answer, was shocked. He shook his head in a hurry.

"No! I'm just giving you an example!"

…

In the dark and gloomy Backlund mansion, Hillston Borough.

A middle-aged man with gray hair sat quietly in a rocking chair in front of a dark fireplace with a dark colored pipe in his hand. He looked at the guest on the sofa.

He is the master of this building, Isengard Stanton, a private detective with a famous fame. But he didn't set up an office, only hired an assistant to help him.

Isengard, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, carried the pipe to his lips and inhaled intoxicated before slowly exhaling it.

"The cost for a thirty-minute consultation is one pound. If I were you, I would definitely not waste a single second."

The two women on the sofa opposite him were Fors Wall and Xio Derecha. They had found material related to Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos and wanted to ask these detectives to consolidate the habits and actions of their targets.

Of course, they had removed the name Qilangos and changed the description of supernatural occurrences.

Xio Derecha handed the map containing the documents to Isengard's assistant, a tanned-haired young man wearing gold-framed glasses.

"Sir Detective, I hope you can find a habit in the target's actions using the materials we have provided."

Although he was not tall, Xio Derecha had an aura of authority as he sat upright and spoke in a deep voice.

Isengard looked at him and received the map from his assistant. He opened the folder and took out the materials inside.

He put down his pipe and focused on reading page after page without missing a single one.

Ten minutes later, this man slowly knocked on his handle.

"His target was obsessed with the wind.He would not stay long in the polluted area of Backlund, the Capital of Dust. In other words, he can live in Empress Borough, West Borough, Hillston Borough, Cherwood Borough, or the outskirts of North Borough…

"The target is a psychotic serial killer with a need to kill someone every day.The most logical thing he can do is target the vagabonds who have nowhere to go. Even the police have no record of the exact number of bums in Backlund. …

"The target would not be living in an area too close or too far from the North Borough or Backlund Bridge, which has the highest concentration of homeless people … It would be the act of someone unsophisticated to search for a victim who was too close to him. It doesn't fit your description.If the target has to spend a lot of time before he can find someone to kill, the, then he might lose control of his will and commit a crime that would easily expose himself…

"The target is an experienced sailor and has exceptional mobility in the water. A reasonable reduction is that he will not live somewhere too far from the water. If something unexpected happened, it would be his best way to escape…"

…

"Simply, we can outline the possible radius of activity for the target. He was supposed to live somewhere close to the Backlund Bridge area. Probably somewhere close to both banks of the River Tussock—West Borough or Cherwood Borough…"

…

"i can only deduce this from the material you gave me."

Seeing his assistant sending the two women, Isengard took out a bronze object from his vest pocket. It was an open pocket book. In the middle of the book is a vertical eye.

Isengard shook his chair, rubbing the object as he muttered softly to himself, "Qilangos has infiltrated Backlund?"

…

In a certain basement in the Port of Pritz.

The Algerian Hanged man sat on a chair, staring coldly at a man who was struggling.

This man is dressed like a sailor. His head was enveloped by a layer of pale blue water and his face was purple in color from holding his breath.

He scratched the film on his face with both hands, but all he could do was flick the liquid droplets.

Finally, he could no longer hold his breath and signal submission.

Algeria smiled, then nonchalantly clapped.

A thin layer of water spread out, turning into droplets that fell to the ground.

The sailor took a deep breath and coughed loudly. He coughed so hard that he pulled out his heart and lungs.

After waiting for the man to recover, Algeria leaned back. He imitated the peaceful and calm tone of The Fool.

"Tell me the reason why Qilangos went to Backlund."

"B-he was there to settle the commission, but I'm not sure about the details." The pirate completely lost the will to fight. He answered honestly, "All I know is that he might receive something he wants. Qilangos once boasted in front of us. He said that if this mission was successful, he would be able to get something that he had long dreamed of. The Four Pirate Kings would then become the Five Pirate Kings."

An object he dreamed of getting? Algeria furrowed his brows and thought hard.

…

Klein did not rest on Monday morning. He followed his plan and continued his investigation on the building with a red chimney in Tingen.

Unfortunately, he did not find his target.

He returned home at noon. He heated up the rest of the dinner yesterday and paired it with bread before taking an hour's nap.

About twenty minutes to three in the afternoon, Klein put down his book and sealed his room with a wall of spirituality, once again entering the mysterious world above the gray fog.

He sat on the seat of honor on the ancient bronze table, extending his hand towards the deep red star representing the Sun while ignoring the frequency of his heartbeat.

The Silver City.

Derrick Berg sweats at the training ground. His vision suddenly blurred as a thick fog entered his view. He saw the Fool sitting high above, deep in the fog.

He froze, then stopped whatever he was doing and lowered his head.

When the illusion disappeared, he counted his heartbeat without a sound and carried his silver sword to the resting place quickly.

A thousand heartbeats later, he locked himself in the bathroom.

After about ten breaths, he saw a red light swell over him and swallow him in an instant.

On top of the gray fog, Klein leaned back into his chair and tapped his left molar twice to secretly activate his Spirit Vision.

He saw that the mottled color deep within the Sun Ether Body had turned pure, similar to the light of dawn. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Bard."

At the same time, he saw the stars behind the Sun chair shift rapidly, turning into the Sun's symbol.

It changed without my will, as if it was a reflection of the Sun. Also, other than palaces, tables, and chairs, the items I had left could not be stored once I left this world… There were bound to be many secrets in this world above the gray fog. Klein took everything in front of him from him as he pondered.

Derrick lowered his head and replied humbly, "This is all because of your help. This is just the beginning."

He was not surprised that the Fool knew that he had drunk the potion.

Klein took out his silver pocket watch and looked at the time. He chuckled and said, "Then let's start the meeting. Remember, the frequency, or should I say the gap between meetings should be about the same in the future."

As he spoke, he forged a relationship with the red star representing Justice and the Hanged Man before pulling them into the majestic palace.

Audrey looked at the scene in front of her and immediately greeted her.

"Good day, Mr. Fool.I brought a page of the diary of Emperor Roselle."

"Good day, Mr. Sun. Did you get the formula for Telepathis?"