The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 225's

Klein retreated from the crossroads, without touching Zreal's corpse.

Thumping! Thumping! Thumping!

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the distance through the empty gutter.

Klein listened for a few seconds before firmly retreating towards the exit, down a dirty concrete road that ran down both sides of the sewer.

There is no need to take risks in things that do not involve it.

Klein closed the iron hole cover after he came out of the gutter. After making sure that the surrounding area looked normal, he returned to his rented room in East Borough and changed his disguise.

Then, he put on his gold-framed glasses, walked to another street, boarded a chartered carriage, and returned to Cherwood Borough in silence and coldness at three in the morning. However, he did not return to Minsk Road.

Then, Klein made another huge detour, and only after confirming that no one was following him did he enter his house. He slept until dawn and was awakened by the doorbell.

He immediately sat down, put on his shirt, buttoned his vest, and rushed down to the first floor to open the door.

And even before that, his foreboding ability as a Clown was already able to naturally form the image of a visitor in his mind.

The visitor was wearing an old coat, a brown round hat, and a shabby bag. He had bright red eyes, a smooth face, and a calm temperament. It was none other than Ian, the teenage boy who had come to entrust her work to him yesterday.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty," said Ian and looked around. "There's progress? Yeah, I just asked because I happened to be passing by."

Klein nodded seriously and said, "Yes."

"…" Ian looked surprised as he did not say a word for a while.

After a while, he stuttered in surprise, "Have you determined Mr Zreal's condition?"

"Yes." Yeah." Klein paused for a moment, then said seriously, "I found Zreal's body."

"Corpse ..." Ian's pupils shrank as he repeated it in a low tone.

He was not too surprised, as if he had already expected the worst possible outcome.

Klein watched in silence without interrupting.

"Huh .." Ian sighed and carefully observed his surroundings. "Your efficiency is amazing. Can you take me to see Mr Zreal's body?"

"No problem. Actually, that's what I'm planning." Klein then thought for a moment before saying, "I hope you didn't mention me when you called the police. Just tell me that you found the corpse yourself.I'm sure you know how to make excuses."

Ian wasn't surprised; he knew that not all detectives like to deal with the police. In fact, except for the very famous detective, who often advises the police with gotong royong, the rest are discriminated against, ostracized, even blackmailed.

This was the current situation of the Loen Kingdom.

"Alright," Ian agreed immediately.

Considering that they were entering the sewers, Klein changed the clothes worn by the ordinary working class, put on a deer hunting hat, and carried a lantern with him.

Both took public trains to East Borough. They walked for half an hour to reach the remote sewer entrance under a watchful gaze filled with numbness and evil intent.

"How did you find him?" Ian asked, half surprised and half curious, as he watched Klein lift the manhole cover and descend.

Klein focused on the area below him and replied casually, "Skilled training that includes many techniques in reasoning, investigation, tracking, and interrogation."

Ian followed her into the sewer. He nodded without looking disgusted.

"… You seem to have received very professional training."

Klein did not answer directly. He holds the already lit lantern and leads Ian to a crossroads where they arrive at a bleak corner.

He narrowed his eyes as he approached. More of Zreal's body was lost now when compared to the night before. He lost one arm and half his ribs.

It wasn't something the rats could do. Klein muttered to himself and didn't tell Ian about this.

With the help of the lantern light, Ian was able to clearly see the appearance of the corpse.

He squatted down suddenly, vomited, and gradually vomited yellow-green bile. Klein took out Quelaag's Oil he prepared, opened the lid, and bent down to bring his mouth closer to Ian's nose.

Ian's eyes twinkled, and he became calm.

Almost twenty seconds later, he weakly whispered, "Thank you …"

He stood up slowly and examined the mutilated corpse a few more times.

"i can confirm that this is Detective Zreal."

"i'm so sorry, though," Klein replied politely. "I suggest you call the police."

"okay." Ian nodded imperceptibly as he followed Klein back to the surface.

At that moment, Klein clapped his hands.

"This is the end of my mission. As for what to do after this, it's up to you."

Ian was silent for a few seconds.

"I still owe you three things. You can tell me now."

"Actually, I can only think of one right now," Klein replied bluntly. "I wonder where I can get weapons and bullets, without needing a full-class weapon permit."

Ian spoke, almost without thinking, "Go to the Bravehearts Bar on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge district. Find Kalinin Caspars. Tell him 'Old Grandpa' introduced you."

"Alright, let's talk about two other things in the future. I have a feeling that we'll meet again." Klein deliberately nodded casually.

Ian looked at her but said nothing.

The two split up and headed to a different street in East Borough. That secluded place, once again, went back into silence.

After walking for a while, Klein suddenly turned around and retraced his steps. He then hid himself in a secluded corner, peering at the entrance to the sewer.

Klein pulled his gaze in time, leaned his back against the wall, and listened.

He heard the sound of a scraping of the manhole cover opening and heard someone go down.

Carefully sticking out his head, Klein discovered that Ian had re-entered the sewer.

Is there a clue or something in Zreal's body? Indeed, this matter was deeper than it seemed. He nodded while thinking.

After satisfying her curiosity, Klein decided to actually leave and planned to look for the Kaspars, two days later.

…

At tea time, Viscount Glaint was at his home located in Empress Borough.

The doors of the workspace were tightly shut, separating the four people inside from the guests participating in the salon outside.

"Xio, Fors, this is a worthy gift for both of you." Wearing a pale yellow lace dress, Audrey pushed an envelope protruding across the table to the two women sitting opposite her.

Xio wanted to say something polite, but his hand grabbed the envelope faster than his mouth. Sensing the weight of the money, he could only sincerely say, "Miss Audrey, thank you for your generosity. Your honesty makes you look even more beautiful."

As he spoke, he removed the thin rope around the envelope and looked at the paper money inside.

It was a uniform gray banknote with black stripes. The pile was thick and emitted a special smell of ink, which made one feel refreshed.

"10 pounds ..." Xio took out one note and checked its face value. Beside him, Fors, who looked lazy and unperturbed by money, also bowed.

Observing its thickness, Xio tried to figure out how many tones there were.

He could not help but exchange glances with Fors and see the shock in each other's eyes.

This was clearly more than they had imagined!

Audrey smiled faintly and said, "A total of eight hundred pounds. Decide how you will split the money between the two of you.

"i'm so sorry that this matter has put you in danger."

Eight hundred pounds. No, no need to apologize. Even if we have to do it again and know the possible consequences, I will still accept the request.Even if it is divided equally, with my savings, it is enough to buy the potion formula for the Sheriff… Xio, who was slightly taller than 150cm, stared blankly at the note inside the envelope, hoping he could take it all out and count it over and over.

She believed that the generous and beautiful Miss Audrey would not pay them less, but what if she miscalculated?

Everyone makes mistakes sometimes! Xio raised his right hand, stopped for a few seconds, then quietly lowered it.

The corner of Fors' lips could not help but rise as he said dejectedly, "This is even more than the royalties I received for my 'Stormwind Mountain Villa' thus far …"

Should I praise Miss Audrey or laugh at the poverty of a writer? He added in silence.

Viscount Glaint, who was sitting on the sofa, was also a little envious, but it was not aimed at Xio or Fors. As a viscount with a fairly good financial situation, 800 pounds is not a large amount.

What she envied was Audrey's ability to hand out money without feeling the slightest burden.

"Ahem ..." Viscount Glaint cleared his throat, "If you can get the formula for the Pharmacist, I will also give you a sizable payment."

"We'll do our best!" Xio answered without hesitation. Then, he looked at Audrey. "We've recently come into contact with someone who is thought to be from the Psychological Alchemist, and we'll soon have a clue regarding the Audience potion you're looking for."

Xio, I'm already in Order 8; much stronger than you. Audrey smiled in a closed manner as she said, "I'm looking forward to it."

With that said, the four began chatting about the various rumors among the Beyonder while following Audrey's example in finding the book they wanted to read.

Suddenly, Xio's eyes lit up as he looked at the two hardcover books.

"The Aristocratic History of the Loen Kingdom" and "Image Studies"

Meanwhile, Fors also finds books that interest him.

"Geographies and People of the Feysac Empire" and "Traveling to the Northern Continent"

"Your Honorable Viscount Glaint, may I borrow these two books? I'll give it back soon." Xio looked at the owner of the study room pleading.

Glaint nodded without much care.

"No problem.

In response, Fors hastily made a request as well and obtained his approval.

The corner of Audrey's mouth curved into a thin smile as she watched all of this. He looked to the side politely, pretending to look for a book.

As a qualified Audience who had just advanced, he accurately understood the preferences of Xio and Fors in a certain domain after making contact with them multiple times. Therefore, he had made arrangements before without anyone noticing it.

Letting a guided person feel like it is done of their own accord is a manifestation of the power of an Audience.

…

In the evening, Xio curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace, reading the History of the Aristocracy of the Loen Kingdom under the illumination of the gas lamp. Fors went to a meeting devoted to writers.

After reading for quite a while, Xio suddenly felt something strange on his cover, so he carefully inspected it and found an interlayer where an ancient piece of paper was hidden inside.

The front side of the paper was covered with special symbols created by Emperor Roselle, and behind was a paragraph written in ancient Hermes.

"The Ancestor Viscount Glaint deciphered some special symbols of Emperor Roselle?" Xio was suddenly excited.

He struggled to decipher the ancient Hermes as he muttered inwardly

"Stupid people who don't belong to this era.

"The "mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

"The Yellow and Black Kings have good luck."