The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 216's

Klein started his first morning at Backlund in cool, humid weather conditions, with a thin fog that provided very little visibility. For breakfast, he had a quart of cheap tea, for a penny, and two slices of toast with low butter in the middle.

He was busy all morning, but first he went to Cherwood Borough's Backlund Bulletin to put up a small ad for a month for thirty pounds.

Starting Tuesday, loyal readers of the Backlund Bulletin will see small ads along the seventh and eighth pages.

Sherlock Moriarty's. Good at various types of personal investigations. Reasonable price and strictly adhere to confidentiality principles. 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.

The reason why Klein did not choose a major newspaper like the Tussock Times or the Backlund Daily Tribune, which had readers throughout the Loen Kingdom, was due to the fact that his business was temporarily limited to Backlund. Furthermore, he did not want a good reputation.

Therefore, the Backlund Bulletin, which was well received locally and had low advertising costs, became his first choice.

After leaving the headquarters of the Backlund Bulletin, Klein took out a map and followed it to purchase various potion powders and silver slices from various herbal stores, florists, jewelry stores, and accessory stores. He did it in preparation for the ritual. When items that lack spirituality are involved, most of the ingredients in mysticism can be purchased from a regular store. However, they were not all under one roof, requiring him to visit many shops to collect them.

To do so, Klein spent another 5 pounds. The enormous amount of 200 pounds he pulled broke below the 100 pound mark, leaving only 92 pounds.

"Spending money is as easy as drinking water.." Klein found a small cafeteria nearby and ordered an 8 pence black pepper steak.

He returned to 15 Minsk Street at one o'clock in the afternoon, and without a break, he spent his time using Slumber flower, dragon blood grass, dark red sandalwood, and his family's best friends, and mint powder to make Holy Night Powder, the main ingredient needed to make the walls.

He could only be satisfied with this method until he bought a genuine silver ritual dagger.

Klein speculated that he should advance to Order 7 before he could remove this restriction.

Phew, Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and The Sun have not asked for leave. The meeting will be held on time today.I wonder what surprise Mr. Hanged Man will give me, and how many pages of Roselle's diary he can give… Klein lay on his bed in the bedroom and thought of various things.

For him, a private detective is a career that takes money and action into account. It allowed him to connect with people from all walks of life and slowly discover the Beyonder circle in Backlund. From there, he could slowly find clues about the Secret Order.

Of course, if he was lucky, he could even find out the Clown-related Order 7 through certain Beyonders circles and purchase the corresponding formula of the herbs and main ingredients.

As for Ince Zangwill's whereabouts, Klein temporarily chose not to take the initiative to look for him. He might even avoid it a little. However, if he accidentally discovered this enemy of his, without exposing himself, he would not mind doing a good deed and sending an anonymous letter to the Church of the Goddess Overnight.

The income of the most private detectives can support the standard of living of the middle class. If I want enough money to buy Beyonder's potion formula and ingredients, it will depend on Miss Justice, or through an investment with the remaining 100 pounds left in my anonymous account, I can't touch the 92 pounds I have for now. Perhaps, I will not have any income for some time .. With this thought, Klein suddenly sat down. He came to the first floor and started to read the various newspapers he bought in passing.

These newspapers often contain news about what has been discovered and requires investment, or how one wants to form a joint venture with another person to conduct a particular business.

Klein relied on his knowledge from Earth and his understanding of this era to refine the project carefully. Unfortunately, nothing in the paper today is reliable.

Three o'clock after fifteen minutes, he went back to his bedroom, locked the door, pulled the curtain, and used the Holy Night Powder to create a wall of spirituality.

Klein took four counter-clockwise steps and arrived above the gray fog. He sat on the high chair belonging to The Fool before expanding his spirituality and touching the deep red star symbolizing the Sun as if he was responding to a prayer.

This was one of the few things in my new life that had not changed.

…

In the area outside of Silver City, in the half-collapsed grayish-black tower.

Nine members of the patrol squad gathered around the blazing bonfire, chatting about their experiences in the past few days.

There were also some other team members guarding the perimeter, preparing for possible attacks that might emerge from the darkness.

Many Silver City Beyonders had used their blood to teach them a lesson:

"Every time, never let your guard down. A monster in the dark could be right behind you!"

On nights when the frequency of lightning is very low, the fire should remain lit and the light shining. Once they were completely enveloped in darkness, it was not impossible for them all to disappear—no one could be sure with certainty what terrible things would happen in total darkness, he said, because reality has repeatedly broken the limits of their imagination.

Derrick Berg remained silent and silent as he quietly listened to his friends reminiscing about the monsters they had encountered before. It was a humanoid monster with eyes covering its entire body.

To finish off the monster, their patrol team suffered heavy losses with five injured, and two of them were seriously injured.

Suddenly, Derrick's gaze blurred, and he felt himself shrouded in a thick gray fog.

In a very distant place, in the depths of the gray fog, a blurry figure sat on an ancient high-backed chair, staring at him.

"Prepare for the meeting."

The voice of the Fool echoed in Derrick's ears, but none of his teammates noticed it.

After pulling his gaze and observing the area for more than ten seconds, Derrick moved to the edge of the fire, leaned against the broken wall, and pretended to be asleep.

Ever since he learned that the six councillors and elder Lovia were unable to find the whereabouts of the Foolish Master, he gradually believed that as long as he did not carelessly reveal any clues, he would not carelessly reveal any clues, he would be able to quietly attend the Tarot Club meeting over the gray fog even under the gaze of others.

…

Using the excuse that she was tired, Audrey returned to her room.

He endured his excitement and did not pander; instead, he sat quietly on the bed, waiting for Mr. summoning. Fools.

Dad was busy communicating with the other Members of Parliament about the proposed Bill, and the Beyonder guards weren't constantly following me. Thank you Goddess; my life is finally back to normal! Two weeks have passed, Mr. Hanged Man must have prepared the pituitary gland of the adult Rainbow Salamander! Audrey thought with sparkling eyes.

To him, this was even more exciting and worth waiting for than a thirty thousand pound prize and a huge estate worth at least 8,000 pounds!

Finally, he saw the familiar deep red illusion surging towards him like a tidal wave, drowning him.

…

On a sailboat that looked ancient.

Alger Wilson locked the door of the captain's cabin and sat behind the sextant and the log of the ship. He continued to memorize the contents of the pile of thick sheets in front of him.

After the investigation, he left the Backlund bustle without hesitation after being rewarded by the upper echelons and returned to the sea, carrying a bunch of pages of Roselle's diary that were copied secretly.

After digesting the Sailor potion, I will be able to advance normally. My contribution was enough for me to exchange the formula and ingredients.However, this would reveal the fact that I know "the method of acting." There were advantages and disadvantages. Algeria shook his head, suddenly disturbed.

At that moment, he felt the summoning of The Fool. His mind suddenly recalled the face of Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos whose flesh and blood quickly decayed as the pieces of his face peeled off.

Algeria instinctively lowered its head, allowing a red wave to envelop him.

…

Above the gray mist, inside the palace that looked like a gigantic residence.

After activating his Spirit Vision, Klein examined Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Sun to confirm their current state.

Audrey would happily greet everyone when she suddenly saw The Hanged Man gesturing to her before rushing to speak in front of her.

"Fool Master, I have obtained nineteen pages of Roselle's diary this time.

"Here, I must thank you for sending your devotee to help me get rid of Qilangos. The pages of this diary will be the compensation I have to pay!"

19 pages? Not much to say about the devotee while smiling faintly.

"That is the principle of equal exchange."

As expected of the Foolish Master.The Pirate Admiral with a mystical object is nothing to "He". From the looks of it, I don't need to mention my claim on the bounty… I wonder how many People Exceeded Master's High Order. Fool has as his "own" .. Audrey begins to use the word "He," "He," or "his" to refer to the Fool without realizing it.

After hearing the Stupid's reply, Algeria said humbly, "My current memory limit is six pages. Please allow me to give it to you on a separate occasion."

"No problem." Klein, who was surrounded by a thick gray fog, nodded gently.

The Sun Derrick looked at the pages that appeared before The Hanged Man and was very curious about the contents of the diary.

With his previous experience, he believed that the items that Foolish Sir was interested in must have contained a lot of mysteries.

She looked at Miss Justice and when she saw that she had no urge to ask, she carefully maintained her silence.

Soon, the six pages of the diary were completed and fell into Klein's hands.

Audrey and the others began to wait quietly. They're used to things like that.

Klein looked down and read the first page:

"16 December. I managed to contact the pathetic person who was caught in the storm and got lost in the darkness."

Finally, there was a continuation of one of the pages of the previous diary.Klein was very pleased, and he became more focused: he:

"He called himself Mr. Door and tried to teach me complicated and difficult rituals. He wanted me to help him get back to the real world and promised to fulfill my three requests.

"Did he think I was stupid? I've lived for over sixty years during my two lifetimes. Does he think I can't say that this is the usual manipulation done by evil gods and demons?

"But the history of the Fourth Age he described is really interesting."