The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 215

"Have you seen a teenage boy? He's wearing an old coat!" One of the men who ran to the carriage asked the conductor ferociously.

Klein glanced at the man through the corner of his eye. He was thin and strong; his skin had darkened from being exposed to the sun for too long. His eyes were much more hidden than the citizens of the typical Loen Kingdom.

A highlander? Or mixed blood? He nodded while thinking.

In the middle of the Northern Continent, the point where the Hornacis mountain range began, there was an extremely hot and dry plateau. Most of it belonged to the Feynapotter Kingdom, while the western region belonged to the Intis Republic. The area to the east belongs to the Loen Kingdom. The original inhabitants were thin and barbarian, but they were brave and skilled in warfare. In the past, they became one of the biggest problems for the three countries. But with the progress of gunpowder, and the changes in the way the war was conducted, the inhabitants of this plateau finally recognized the reality and submitted.

A large number of them left the plateau and entered Backlund, Trier, Feynapotter City, and various cities or ports flourished in the Northern Continent. Some were workers, while others became the grunts of the local triads. They dared to kill and showed no fear of difficult situations.

The conductor is a man in his twenties. He retreated when he heard that as he pointed towards the third-grade carriage.

"I saw him. He went that way."

The leader, wearing a black coat and half a hat, nodded indiscriminately. He led his men and rushed into the third-class carriage and showed no concern for the surrounding passengers.

If I were that boy, I would have gotten off the third-grade train.When Klein read the paper, he started to let his mind wander.

About a minute later, the train whistled as the car door closed.

Small sound of eruption! Small sound of eruption! Metro steam starts to speed up as it speeds. But at that moment, Klein suddenly felt something as he looked up to see the door leading to another second-rate carriage.

The young man walked slowly into the carriage wearing his old coat and round hat while carrying a tattered backpack.

She looks teenage and has delicate facial features. His red eyes were calm and solemn.

… Amazing. He got off the third-class train and spun around to get in from the first-class train again? Was he afraid that his pursuers had partners waiting inside the metro station? Klein was a little surprised. He felt that the handling of the boy's situation was rather mature and careful. He was much better than most people in their twenties.

He clicked this left molar lightly and quietly activated his Spirit Vision. He looked at the boy and saw that he was tired. His emotions were tense and he was desperate. However, he still maintained a bluishness that represented a calm thought.

Impressive at his age, Klein muttered softly as he lowered his head and continued reading his newspaper.

The boy did not realize that he had been scrutinized by the Beyonder as he headed for the third-grade carriage once again.

The rest of the journey happened in a steady and calm manner. Klein arrived twenty minutes later at one of the three railway stations in Cherwood Borough.

He rode a chartered train for nearly ten minutes before finding Minsk Road. According to the description in the paper, he came to Unit 17 which was next to Unit 15 and pulled the doorbell.

Crazy one! Crazy one!

As the sound echoed within the house, a mechanical bird that did not look too luxurious appeared from above the door. It was the size of a palm and consisted of gears and other parts. It constantly nodded its head and let out a cuckoo bird sound.

Not a bad toy. It's just that it wasn't very well made. Klein made an objective assessment.

Nearly twenty seconds later, the dark door was pulled open. A young maid dressed in white and black looked at Klein vigilantly and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Klein smiled and waved his wand that was now wrapped in a newspaper.

"i'm here to find Mrs. Sammer about renting a house. I guess it hasn't been rented yet?"

Her full name is Stelyn Sammer.

"Not at all. Please wait a minute." The waiter bowed his back politely.

He rushed in and reported to his employer. Moments later, he came out again and drove her in. He then helped her put her cane and suitcase on the foyer and hung her coat and hat on the clothes rack in the same place.

A burst of warm air flooded over him, spreading the chill brought by Klein. He surveyed the area and first saw the uniquely designed fireplace. He saw pieces of smokeless red charcoal burning in them.

Sammer's living room is rather large. It was almost equivalent to the entire first floor of Moretti in that area. Certain areas are decorated with carpets or oil painting beautiful scenery.

The waiter took Klein to the sofa and said to his master in a pale yellow dress, "Miss, the guest is here."

The lady was in her thirties. She has blond hair and blue eyes. She looked rather beautiful and had maintained her youth well. He held a silver-feathered royal fan in his hand.

When he was at home, and the fireplace was made for a warm environment, he wore nothing on his neck, revealing his white chest and long, shiny neck.

"Hello, Mrs Sammer." Klein pressed one of his palms against his chest and bowed.

Madam Sammer smiled in a quiet manner.

"Good night. Please sit. Do you want coffee or tea?"

Klein sat down on the sofa and replied honestly, "Tea, please."

"Julianne, Black Tea Marquis," said Mrs. Sammer's. He then turned his gaze to Klein and asked, "How can I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty, you can call me Sherlock." Klein had long thought of a fake name.

At that moment, he smelled the scent from the kitchen and saw the intricate pipes.

"Heh, heh, that's my husband's design. Although her real job is a manager at the Coim Company, she is a fan of machines. He is also a member of the Royal Soot Reduction Association." Madam Sammer noticed Klein's gaze and explained with a smile.

Madam, there's no need to go into such detail. I'm not here for a blind date with your husband. Klein scoffed as he said without his smile fading, "Mrs. Sammer, I want to rent Unit 15."

Madam Sammer straightened her back as she sat down gracefully. He said with a smile, "I have to remind you of certain things. Unit 15 has no such pipes, recliners, card tables, mahogany kitchen cabinets, fine porcelain, silverware, gold plated tea sets, or removable carpets. …”

“It originally belonged to my sister and brother-in-law, but due to a business failure, my brother-in-law had no choice but to move to the Southern Continent. They have a plantation in Balam. However, I'm not "I disagree with their choice. This is too unfair for my nephew. There's no good grammar school there; there's not even a good home tutor."

Madam, that's not something I want to know .. Klein nodded sincerely and said, "Regardless of the weather, there is no place in the Southern Continent that can compare to the Backlund."

His approval greatly satisfied Mrs. Sammer as his eyes moved slightly.

"This house still has a rent of three years. I want you to pay rent one year at a time. 18 soli a week. The use of furniture will cost 1 soli. I can collect a deposit of 50 pounds."

Klein shook his head and smiled.

"Mrs Sammer, you should be able to say that I just arrived in Backlund. I don't know what will happen to me in time. Paying 50 pounds for a deposit would lower my ability to withstand any risk. My limit is half a year. 25 pounds."

He still plans to rent a one-bedroom apartment in Backlund's East Borough. He would use it to change his clothes, disguise himself, and avoid tailings. It was necessary for what he planned.

Stelyn Stelyn slightly nodded and asked, "Have you ever studied in grammar school?"

Klein chuckled and said, "Yes, I then studied history self-taught."

"Do you have any identification with you?" stelyn asked casually.

"sorry. I was in a hurry when I left the house and forgot to bring it. Heh, heh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm from Midseashire." Klein deliberately uses an accent that is often used by his classmate, Welch.

When he says "forget", it reminds him of Captain Dunn Smith. The smile on his face turned even brighter.

At this time, the maid, Julianne, brought her a cup of black tea. The cups are porcelain white with classic floral patterns. Some areas are gold coated.

Klein took a sip and found the aroma far away. The blend of sour and sweetness was perfect, and it was clearly much better than the Sibe black tea he often drank.

"The Black Marquis Tea is very authentic." He praised it with a description that could not be blamed.

Madam Stelyn Sammer pursed her lips and said, "Then, let's rent it for half a year. 25 pounds."

Klein thanked her and engaged in a few minutes of empty chat with her until another waiter found a service contract from the study.

After the two sides signed the contract, Klein counted 25 pounds while feeling the pinch and pushed it to Ny. Sammer's.

Stelyn counted it silently before smiling.

"Mrs. Moriarty, I'm sure you'll get a job in Backlund?"

"Yes," Klein replied, feeling a little lost.

Stelyn mouth corner connected.

"i can give you some advice. With weekly salaries lower than 3 pounds, it can be difficult for you to stay in Cherwood Borough. Your rent, food, water, gas, and charcoal fees, transportation costs, and everything else added up will cost at least 2 pounds 5 soli Believe me, this is Backlund. We still have to consider new clothes and good tableware and tea sets.The weekly salary of 3 pounds is the minimum.

"If your weekly salary reaches 5 pounds, you can hire a maid. With 6 pounds, you can consider hiring a chef. With 7 pounds, you can add a male servant. For 8 pounds, you can hire an extra waitress …"

Mrs Sammer, I thought you were showing off your wealth.I once gained over 10 pounds a week. Klein maintained his smile while listening attentively.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened. A burly man walked in, he was wearing a black double-breasted suit and leather gloves of the same color. Above his lips were two elegant whiskers.

"Luke, it's Mr. Moriarty. He'll be our neighbor" Stelyn Sammer came forward and introduced him.

Obviously the host, Luke took off his coat and handed it to the male servant beside him. He smiled politely and said, "Mr Moriarty, do you want to join us for dinner?"

This is the manager of several Coim Companies, a member of the Loen Kingdom Soot Reduction Association. Klein said with a smile, “Sorry, Mr. Sammer. I've eaten at the steam locomotive; though, I've been eating at the steam locomotive, it doesn't feel like it leaves a deep impression on someone."

After exchanging pleasantries, Klein was led by Julianne out of the house and into the neighboring Unit 15.

The layout is very similar to the next unit. The first floor has a large living room, a dining room with decent lighting, two guest rooms, a bathroom, a basement, a kitchen that extends back. On the second floor, there are four bedrooms, an activity room, a solarium, a study room, two bedrooms, and a large balcony.

"Mrs Sammer would like to tell you that you can rent out a portion of it, but not to workers or make the place too crowded or noisy. Oh.. I'll bring you a blanket, sheets, and pillowcases clean in a minute." Julianne returned to Sammers after telling Klein.

After doing a round of packing, Klein finally settled in Backlund.

He sat in the empty living room and suddenly felt lonely. Therefore, he forced himself to consider his future plans.

Whether he liked it or not, revenge and progress could not be made in the blink of an eye. Therefore, he must get a profitable job to prevent himself from facing financial problems.

However, the job cannot limit it and affect its movements and plans. In other words, he needed enough freedom.

After some deliberation and eliminating mismatched jobs, Klein was left with three options.

He can become a writer by being a plagiarist. However, his identity was sensitive, so the more famous he was, the more trouble he had. All he could do was to give up reluctantly.

The second option is to become a news reporter. This is considered a pretty decent job in this day and age. However, job applications require educational certificates and other documents. Klein was helpless in that.

Finally, he chose the third job.

Private detective!

This was also the reason why he used a fake name.