The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 223's

Klein asked after listening carefully, “So you suspect the Zreal the detective saw was someone in disguise?”

Holding his brown round hat, Ian replied as if he had thought about it, “That's a possibility, but I think it's too difficult because of the huge risks involved. The party was held at night, and it was true that the lights were not too bright — but most of the people present were detectives, detectives with keen observation skills. Only wigs, beards, or cosmetics are hard to hide from their eyes.”

Maybe some of the Beyonder powers can do it. Just like Creeping Hunger allows such abilities. He wanted to determine from the boy's answers, his facial expressions, and his body language to determine if he had ever been in contact with Beyonders, or whether he knew things about mysticism.

The initial answer is no.

When Ian saw Detective Moriarty slightly nodding in agreement with his reason, he continued, “I believe that the detectives saw Mr. Zreal, but he was not free. He was in a controlled state where he could not send out distress signals. The reason why he did not respond to my attempts to get in touch with him was that it was possible to signal to me that he needed help. ”

“Reasonable explanation.” Klein let go of his clasped hands and sat down slightly, making himself look more relaxed and confident.

Ian was silent for about ten seconds before he said seriously, “I want to entrust you with the task of investigating Mr. Zreal and determining his current condition. All I need is confirmation.”

Considering that Ian was a semi-professional who had gathered intelligence and information for a detective, Klein had the intention to get acquainted. He smiled and said, “Then how much will you pay? you have to be very aware that this may be very dangerous. ”

Ian looked into the pocket of his old coat and said after some consideration, “There are two ways. First of all, I can directly give you enough payment to satisfy you. After that, regardless of whether the mission is simple or difficult, that's all unless you suffer a relatively serious injury.

“Secondly, I can pay you five pounds in advance, and when you finish the job, you can add the bill depending on the level of difficulty. But it is easy to cause disputes, even if there is a.” contract

Klein pretended to think and after nearly thirty seconds, he said in a low voice, “Why don't we do it this way? you can pay me five pounds in advance and help me with three things after the mission is over. Don't worry, they won't be difficult. They will be within your means, and it will not make you feel too uncomfortable. This can be agreed in the contract. ”

Ian knit his brows before standing up. He leaned forward and stretched out his right hand.

"Good!"

Klein shook hands with him, took out the standard contract he had prepared, took out a round pen, added all the details he had discussed, and branded it with his fingerprints.

After signing the contract, he gives the teenage boy, Ian, a stack of white papers and watches him write relevant information to Detective Zreal.

After a while, he browsed through the information and casually asked, "How can I contact you in case of an emergency, or if I have confirmed Zreal's condition?"

Ian pursed his lips and was silent for quite a while. Just when Klein looked up, he replied rather stiffly, “You don't need to contact me. I'll appear at the right time.”

Without a word, he took out a pile of cash from the pocket of his old coat. They seem to be stacked in a very neat order, from high face value to low face value.

Ian took out three one-pound notes from below, counting six five-soli notes, and finally ten one-soli notes.

When Klein saw that Ian had arranged the record neatly, even with the portrait of the former king facing up without a single mistake, Klein suddenly felt a little frustrated.

This was a late stage obsessive-compulsive disorder .. He secretly sighed and received payment from Ian.

According to his visual estimations, Ian had less than three pounds left.

He might bring all his savings.. If I ask for more, will he guarantee me without paying? He didn't look like the one who did that, but one shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Klein folded the banknotes randomly and put them in his pocket, ignoring his incongruity. Therefore, he managed to see Ian's slightly crooked expression.

"i'll try to finish the investigation as soon as possible." Klein stood up and extended his hand as a gesture of saying goodbye to her.

"Thank you for the help." Ian thanked her sincerely because the counter offer was clearly a "discount".

Seeing the more mature boy of his age leave, Klein stroked his chin and silently said to himself, This matter is deeper than it seems.

Ian did not mention anything about Zreal's recent investigation or what information he had ordered to collect …

Forget it. I'll handle as much money as it's worth. All I need to do is confirm Zreal's current condition.

He turned around and walked back to the living room. While doing so, he took out a quarter of a cent from his pants pocket.

Pingy!

As the copper coin fell in the air, Klein's eyes darkened as he muttered whether there was a Beyonder element in the case he was handling.

Then, he opened his right hand and tried to catch the copper coin.

Clangs! The coin slipped from his fingertip and fell to the ground, rolling over.

This result means that the forecast failed.

From the looks of it, Ian had withstood more things than I thought..The information was so lacking that I couldn't even get a vague prediction, take a few steps forward, and bend over to pick it up.

…

That night, early in the morning, at 138 Rose Street, Backlund Bridge.

Klein had turned into a cheap light blue worker outfit. His mouth, chin, and cheeks were overgrown with a black beard which at first glance made him look rough and savage.

He wore a dark-colored hat and pressed it so low that it almost covered his eyes.

Such a hat came from the Intis Republic hunter. There are certain differences from the traditional deer hunting hats that Loen Kingdom hunters wear. However, such hats had become popular among the lower class of Backlund.

Hiding under the shadow of the Intis umbrella tree on the side of the road, Klein observed the house across the street with the help of an elegant gas lamp.

The detective is from Southville. His parents, relatives, and friends were all there, and he came to Backlund alone where he slowly faked a name for himself.

He was still a bachelor and only hired two temporary helpers, the kind that came every three days to clean the place, without the need to provide them with food or lodging.

Currently, the terrace of the house he rented was pitch black.

Klein took off the silver chain inside his sleeve and let the topaz pendant hang naturally.

“There is danger inside.

"There's danger inside."

…

After repeating it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the spirit pendulum rotating clockwise, but very slowly.

“There is danger, but nothing serious,” murmured Klein, and once again made sure that he had tarot cards, homemade amulets, and Holy Night Powder.

After doing all this, he looked around, and making use of the silence of the night, he nimbly rushed across the street.

There is no veranda, garden, or courtyard as it directly faces the edge of the road. Klein spun to the side and easily climbed the water pipe to a small balcony on the second floor where clothes could be dried.

Immediately after, he took out a tarot card and slipped it through the gap, opening the door to the corridor.

Following a picture of Ian's home layout, Klein walked almost soundlessly into Zreal's bedroom.

He lightly tapped on his left molar and activated his Spirit Vision. Through the wooden door, he looked inside.

Spirit Vision can see the color of the aura through obstacles without spirituality. However, it greatly depends on one's ability. Currently, Klein could observe through the wooden door but was blocked by the concrete wall. Moreover, the scene he could see was not very clear.

In his vision, he saw three humanoid auras in the bedroom behind the door. The color is opaque and located in different locations.

There were three people lying in an ambush..Is it to catch Ian, or someone else? His bedroom was not too big. Klein stood in the dark, calmly considering the results of his observations.

At that moment, he suddenly retreated towards the balcony while keeping his steps extremely light.

Back at the balcony, Klein took out a thin piece of silver from his pocket.

This was the Sleeping Spell he had created in the afternoon.

He did not pray to the Goddess Overnight, but to himself. He held a ritual on behalf of “Si Fool that does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog; The King of Yellow and Black who had a fortune” before entering the world above the gray fog to respond.

Since this method was difficult to mobilize the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, Klein could only use his own spirituality to "respond". The spell he made was ultimately worse than usual, but better than the one he made in his own name.

After observing his surroundings again, Klein covered his mouth and whispered a word in ancient Hermes.

"Dark red."

Sensing the coldness of the charm, he moved quickly but silently to the door of Zreal's room again. As he held onto the hilt, he injected spirituality into that thin piece of silver.

Crunch! Klein carefully turned his handle and opened a small crack in the door.

Immediately after, he threw the Sleeping Spell inside.

Pulling back his arm, Klein closed the door again and started counting.

3

2

1

He suddenly pushed open the door and rolled on the ground.

Not sensing any movement from the three people, Klein stood up and, using the red moonlight shining through the window, began to observe the room.

It was a normal furnished bedroom with a bed, rows of cabinets, a table, a set of sofas, and a coat rack.

On the other side of the bed, a man in black was sleeping soundly.

In addition, there was one person beside the sofa and another in front of the closet. They're all asleep.

After confirming the condition of the three, Klein walked over to the bed and leaned over to find some yellowish-brown short hair.

According to what Ian wrote, Detective Zrell is a man with short, yellowish-brown hair.

"This should be true .." whispered Klein. She grabbed a few hairs and sat on the sofa. He slowly sits in the darkness tainted by the red light and plans to use a dream prophecy to find Zreal.

Leaning on the back of the sofa, the corner of his mouth curved as he made a self-deprecating comment, Reduction, my good friend …