The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 230

Consort Borough. In an unusual home.

Xio and Fors sat down randomly and checked the writing on the board. As usual, Mr. A was sitting quietly, alone on the sofa at the front with his hooded robe, looking down at the crowd from a high place.

The order of 8 Sheriff's potion formula. 450 pounds .. Xio silently read the familiar content as he inwardly sighed in relief.

The situation he feared the most was the lack of a seller when he ended up accumulating hard-earned money!

I received 400 pounds from the split proceeds, plus my initial savings of 150 pounds, that was enough. However, I definitely needed a large amount of money for the main ingredient, maybe I can turn the circle and see if there are Beyonders who are interested in this formula .. Xio suddenly feels refreshed, and he realizes that he has found a way to make a lot of money.

Frankly, there was no way he would divulge the formula if he didn't really need the money to buy the ingredients to make the potion. On the one hand, most people always expect that there are fewer Beyonders in their own Sequence, and on the other hand, that there are fewer Beyonders in their own Sequence, the price of the corresponding material will be raised significantly if there are many competitors bidding on the price of the material. It was the same as the next potion.

After some serious thought, Xio slowly became nervous again, as it was normal for a recipe to be sold for a long time without being sold.

Moreover, the path of the Arbiter belongs to the royal family and the military. All aspects were tightly controlled, and the leaked ones came from a small number of poor nobles. There is almost no complete formula for Low to medium order. Often only one or two of them are complete and coupled with the knowledge that the main material is mastered and difficult to obtain. Beyonders who chose this sequence are rather rare.

Xio had been in some circles of mysticism in Backlund for a long time, but he had yet to find an Arbitrator other than himself. On the one hand, the other might hide it well, but on the other hand, it might also explain the problems encountered in this Sequence path.

Phew, but compared to Fors, I'm pretty lucky. He had not found the next recipe for Apprenticeship all this time. Xio saw the servant Mr. A approach and wrote a note saying that he bought the Sheriff's recipe.

Before long, he was taken to the study on the first floor. Before entering, he took the hooded robe from the attendant and covered himself with it.

The salespeople in the workspace were dressed the same way, so they could not see each other's faces clearly.

"It's the Sheriff's formula. Where's my money?" ask the seller in a hoarse voice while pressing a piece of paper on the table.

Xio took out the cash that he had long counted for many times and pushed it to the seller.

After checking the authenticity of the banknotes and their total amount, the seller finally took out the potion potion he was holding.

Xio immediately took one step forward and took the note.

His eyes swept straight into the main material because it was so important.

"Eye pair of Terror Demon Worm. Silver War Bear's right hand."

The outer items that I know of, but I have never seen them sold .. Xio sighed and walked out of the study and took off his robe.

Back in the living room, he sat beside Fors. After fulfilling his wish, he slowly began to worry about the name of an unknown honor and the evil spirit that might haunt him.

10, no, 20, no, 30 to ask someone skilled in exorcism to perform a purification ritual for me. Xio made up his mind, and after exchanging a few whispering words with Fors, he gestured for Master A's servant.

After the free communication break ended, he saw his request appear as an additional entry on the board.

"Suspected of being haunted by an evil spirit. Ask for help from friends who are experts in exorcism. 30 pounds."

After a while, officer Mr. A came to the two of them and secretly invited them to the living room on the first floor.

There was a man wearing a white mask inside. He looked at the two people wearing loose robes that hid their gender and chuckled.

"Let me introduce myself first, lest you doubt my abilities."

"No, no, we believe Mr. A," Xio, with a hood covering his face, said before Fors could open his mouth.

He deliberately suppressed his voice to prevent his childish voice from revealing his identity.

The white masked man spread his hands and laughed.

"This is my custom, I believe the Sun. As you know, this is not common in the Backlund, or in the entire kingdom.

"Only through moments like these can I live as my true self."

Due to the great conflict between the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church of the Storm Sovereign, the former could never gain the right to preach in the Kingdom of Loen.

"A person who believes in the Sun?" The languid look of Fors instantly vanished. "This is the first time I've seen a living Sunman! It's not like I can meet a higher-ranking diplomat."

"Then, should I be honored?" The white masked man spread his hands wide and raised them as a sign praising the Sun.

Instead of answering his question, Fors smiled and said, "In terms of exorcism and purification, the Sun attendant is a professional. Our hearts are calm, so we can start."

The man who claimed to be a Sun did not continue. He took out a badge with the symbol "Sun" on it and placed it on a round table in the middle. Later, he used a dualistic ritual method to light two candles.

After completing the preparatory steps step by step, he chanted with an abnormally loud and godly tone.

"The Eternal Sun, the,

"You are the Unquenchable Light.

"You are the manifestation of Order

"I pray to you, please,

"Please give me your cleaning light.

"Please banish the evil spirits in this body."

…

It was endless, like a tide, as light surged towards the two of them, swallowing them simultaneously.

Almost a minute later, everything was back to normal. All Xio and Fors felt was warmth, finding that warmth very comfortable and relieving. It feels like soaking in a hot spring, or sunbathing.

…

Cherwood Borough. Rice Police Station.

Klein was sitting on a low bench with a group of thieves and drunks. That looks so embarrassing.

Suddenly, he felt the warmth on the back of his hand as the coldness of Backlund's night was removed quite significantly.

Lowering his head, Klein realized that the four black dots representing the mysterious space above the gray fog did not appear.

Who's so nice? To find out that I was feeling a little cold just now.he muttered half-jokingly and half-curious.

As a former inspector, he sees a thief on the left handcuffed to a pipe, then to a drunkard on the right who can vomit at any time but keeps shouting about hitting people. He sighed at his current predicament and was unsure when he would be free of this.

There should be another exam after this and I'll be fine as soon as I pass. I hope the police will pay attention to the ambassador and the Zmanger gang, and ignore my origins as a weak detective. In theory, there is a high possibility for that. As long as Mrs Sammer, Mr. Jurgen, and the others didn't say anything interesting to the police…

The characteristics of Beyonder Meursault were taken away by me and hidden above the gray fog. She didn't leave anything strange, so no one could find that she used to be a Beyonder and had questions about my strength…

To encourage himself, Klein saw the attendant with a short, brownish-yellow beard walking towards him.

"Sherlock Moriarty, come with me to the interrogation room," the sergeant said without further explanation.

Here it is. Klein stood up and followed.

After turning the corner, the sergeant stopped in front of the iron door and gestured for Klein to enter.

Klein took a deep breath before exhaling. He pulled the handle and opened the door.

It was a small room with thick walls and a small table in the middle. There are chairs on both sides of the table.

Under the lighting of the elegant gas lamp, Klein identified the interrogator as a man wearing a black shirt, a rather unusual sight.

He was not wearing a vest but was wearing a black coat that was not part of his usual formal attire. He had thin eyebrows and cold blue eyes. His face was cut off, looking stiff while having no gentleness.

The man pointed at the chair opposite him and said in a deep voice, "i asked, you answered."

Before he finished his sentence, Klein felt an unimaginable suppressive force on him. He felt that an electric current was tearing his mind which was whipping his soul with a thorny whip.

"These "feelings" are painful and numb, as if they were coming from inside the brain. It was almost unbearable, and all he could do was tremble and bend his knees.

Klein nearly fell to the ground as he hurriedly held the table and sat down. His temples felt a throbbing pain.

This ... is the result of the power of Beyonder .. Ordinary people may think of it as a psychological problem caused by the nervousness and authority of the interrogator opposite to them, he said, but Klein had clearly identified that this was the result of the Beyonder's power, a power that could directly attack the minds of others!

He quickly recalled the information he had seen before and quickly confirmed his target of suspicion.

Arbitrator Path, Order 7: Interrogators!

Has the matter been transferred to a special military department? Klein thought with a little relief.

As long as it's not Nighthawks, everything's fine.

"Identified the ambassador who met Meursault from these photos." The cold, unyielding black-clothed man unfurled eight black-and-white photos on the small table.

Klein felt as if the electric whip in his mind was being lifted up high, and the overwhelming pain warning made him not dare to lie.

Of course, Klein did not need to lie. After a moment of identification, he pushed the photo towards the interrogator. It was a middle-aged man who wore luxurious clothes and looked rather charming.

The interrogator glanced at him, but did not make any response. He once again asked, "Are your previous statements true?"

Klein felt like he was being forced into a dream. He kept his mind clear and rational, and he did not give in to the "whip" in his mind as he sincerely replied, "There is nothing but the truth."

The interrogator leaned forward with his hands on a small table and said, "When did you last meet Ian Wright?"

"Yesterday, yesterday morning," Klein said with great difficulty, "I followed Meursault and found Detective Zreal's body. Since I didn't want to deal with the police, I took Ian to identify the body and told him to call the police. Zreal's body was found at the sewer entrance at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in East Borough."

After a brief silence, the interrogator finally nodded his head. Klein immediately felt the immense pressure disappear along with the "whip" in his mind.

"You can go now" he said without a hint of emotion in his voice.

Klein stood up and opened the door, not covering up his gait weakness.

He felt more exhausting than fighting Meursault. If he made the slightest mistake, his spirit would be completely destroyed, and he would obediently answer any questions the other party asked.

No, if not for the fact that my soul is special and how it undergoes the test of raving and shouting for a long period of time, which allows me to maintain my calmness and rationality in certain circumstances, he said, I must have most likely just had a mental breakdown. Klein walked back into the corridor, his back feeling cold.

At this moment, the sergeant from earlier came over and said, "Follow with me to fill out some forms. Jurgen's lawyer is waiting to save you."

Fiuh .. Klein silently exhaled and completely relaxed.

He knew that the danger was over.