The Lord Of The Mysteries
The Chapter 258
Concrete roads become dirty due to prolonged rain. Two gas lamps, as tall as an adult male, along two sides of the road emit bright light but are foggy due to moisture on the glass.
A chartered carriage drove through the night as nearby pedestrians wore hats or carried umbrellas.
Klein leaned against the wall, silently admiring the night streets of Backlund.
At that moment, he suddenly felt the temperature inside the carriage drop significantly. The cold and gloomy wind swirled.
Klein jerked his head and saw that Miss Guards, wearing a black Gothic grand dress, was sitting opposite of him without him noticing.
His voice is smooth and dreamy.
"That Wisdom Eye felt my presence."
As expected .. Klein nodded, not surprised. "He has some mystical items; maybe he feels you because of them. I even suspect he has an organization behind him."
Otherwise, it was extremely impossible for the Eye of Wisdom to gather some relatively powerful mystical items in thirty years with her own strength. Previously, Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos had only one Swinging Famine despite being one of the seven great pirate admirals. Of course, it was possible that the latter had high standards and ordinary mystical items did not attract his attention. After all, with Creeping Hunger, he could be more knowledgeable and almost without any weaknesses.
Yes, in order for the Eye of Wisdom itself to become rich there must be a pretty good explanation as well. He arranged so many meetings, and once he found a suitable mystic item, he would not incur the cost of obtaining it. Having a few in his collection is nothing out of the ordinary.Huh, it looks like he has a gold mine at home, or he runs a bank.
He did not mention in detail that he suspected that the Eye of Wisdom came from the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, or from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, for fear that he would expose it to the Miss Guard. he's not someone who just became a Beyonder.
The blond Bodyguard Miss nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Klein's suspicions.
Suddenly, he frowned and looked at the window opposite him.
"You rich blood."
There was a strong smell of blood. Klein turned his head in confusion and looked out the window.
There are secluded alleyways in rare drizzle.
Near the mouth of the alley, a woman wearing a pretty dress was lying on the ground.
At that moment, a passerby walked past him and on careful inspection, suddenly shouted.
The scream slightly startled the horse as the carriage driver quickly tightened the harness, slowing down the carriage.
Under the light of the gas lamp, Klein saw the pale face of the woman lying on the ground at the mouth of the alley. There was a deep wound on his stomach, and his internal organs seemed to have been hollowed out.
The blood on the ground around him flowed slowly, red and viscous.
This ... As a qualified former Nighthawk, he quickly thought of many similar cases.
It is often associated with the worship of demons!
And when it comes to devil worship, it is almost always associated with ancient organizations. It was the Blood Sanctification Sect that first appeared in the Fourth Age!
According to the records, this was a loose alliance formed due to the worship of demons. It was composed of several so-called demon clans, such as the Nois, Andariel, and Beria clans. They do not become subordinates to each other.
In their efforts to spread faith to the devil, they committed many murders. Back at Tingen, accountant Nighthawks, Miss. Orianna, was one of the survivors who was fortunately rescued.
Of course, not all similar cases are committed by them. Many people feel that such an action is very cool and begin to imitate it.
"It seems like it was done by the Blood Sanctification Sect," whispered the Miss Guards as her figure quickly turned translucent before disappearing. He did not care whether Klein understood it or understood the situation.
At that time, the train had already passed the CTF. Klein also noticed that the patrolling police had arrived, so he held back his idea of getting off the train to observe and instead, chose to act as a passing commoner.
Yes, Mr. Citizen. Moriarty…
The Blood Sanctification Sect had a Criminal pathway, which was also known as the Devil's Path. It is said that after Order 7, the corresponding Beyonder will gradually turn into a demon. However, they will only reveal those signs under certain circumstances …
Order 9 Criminals have a strong body, keen instincts, and various criminal abilities, but their conscience has not been lost..Sort 8, known by the ancient name of "Cold Bloody", is not", it has the modern name of "The Wingless Angel." This means that from then on, they lose their conscience and revel in evil desires, with bodies that look more inhumane. They will also gain some demonic magical powers. Sequence 7 Serial Killer captures a wealth of knowledge and rituals about devil worship. They like to please the devil with special serial murders …
I don't know the order after that …
Information regarding the Blood Sanctification Sect and the Demon Path flashed through Klein's mind. The rain outside seemed increasingly heavy as the rain on the window fused and fell, and the entire world became silent and indistinct.
What's the point of thinking so much? Such things would definitely be taken over by the Beyonder army. Maybe Mandated Punishers or Nighthawks. There's no need for me to worry. Klein shook his head while laughing as he muttered in his mind.
By the time he returned to 15 Minsk Street, he had forgotten about the murder case. He went to the house next door and knocked on the front door of the Sammer family, asking Mrs. Stelyn told Mary that she could come to get proof tomorrow afternoon. After that, he took a shower and read the newspaper, studying the situation and the latest news in Backlund.
On Saturday morning the next day, Klein enjoyed his breakfast slowly and went out to take newly created photos. He chose the one with the best view of the faces of Doragu Gale and Erica Taylor, which best accentuated their passion.
After saving the photos, he went to the Rice Police Station before Lady Mary arrived and managed to get a bail that was worth ten pounds back.
In the process, he also saw the real Sergeant Faxine and felt a little uncomfortable.
After withdrawing the remaining 500 pounds of cash from his account, Klein finally finished with it all after a busy morning.
Before he prepared lunch, he handed the remaining 600 pounds to Miss Bodyguard at once, leaving 146 pounds of 8 soli, and 5 pence to her. That's all the liquid funds.
Other than Miss Justice, I have no other debts. Klein cooked a T-bone steak for himself and sprinkled it with black pepper sauce.
"Mrs. Mary's? Isn't this too early?" Confused, Klein put down his fork and knife, and he walked to the door.
He paused for two seconds as the shadow of the visitor outside the door appeared in his mind.
It was an ancient man with a light gray coat, a silk hat, and he was holding a black and gold scepter. He has sharp blue eyes, and his temples are white-striped. His wrinkles were deeply etched on his face, causing his facial muscles to appear sagging.
"May I know who you're looking for?" Klein asked after opening the door.
The old man said with a thick Midseashire accent, "Are you Sherlock, Detective Moriarty?"
"Do you have something you want to believe in me?" Klein nodded and gave way, leading the old man into the living room.
He hesitated for two seconds, then asked, "Do you want coffee or tea?"
"A cup of hot water, please." The old man took off his hat and sat down.
Alright, this is very simple.Maybe I should consider asking the assistant to serve tea and clean the place..As Klein's mind wandered, he turned to the kitchen and rinsed the glass.
After putting the hot water in front of the old man, he walked to the sofa and sat down with his arms folded.
"How can I call you?"
"Millet Carter," the old man replied simply.
"Mr Carter, what do you want to believe in me?" Klein asked directly without bothering to exchange pleasantries.
As he spoke, he secretly activated his Spirit Vision to observe Carter.
This old man is in pretty good health. There are some problems with the color of the joints of his left leg—may be arthritis. His emotions are mostly blue due to calm thinking, with a little anxiety.
Millet Carter held up the white porcelain cup and, rubbing its surface, said, "The problem is, I've bought a house on Williams Street. Heh, I am from Midseashire and because of my business, I will stay in Backlund. permanently."
Williams Street... Where is it? After being in Backlund for less than a month, Klein, who had to look at the map or rely on his intuition, tried his best to appear calm and reliable.
Millet Carter looked at him, and under his gaze, he continued, "Rumors say that the house was originally owned by a bankrupt viscount. That was about two to three decades ago. After changing hands a few times, I finally bought it.
"i was planning on doing some renovations that fit the modern style, but I found a secret door hidden in the basement that led to a huge underground structure. Considering that it might not be safe inside, I stopped the construction temporarily, and I prevented it. the workers and servants from browsing through it in a hurry. I hope you can help me confirm the situation inside the underground structure.
The underground structure... Ancient ruins? A secret treasure? Klein thought and said, "Why don't you call the police?
"The resources that police can mobilize are more than a hundred times what private detectives like me can gather. Exploration results will definitely be better and more reliable."
Millet Carter rubbed his nose.
“i don't want too many people to know about this, especially the government.
"If I make sure that there is no danger within the underground structure, then I intend to use it as part of the structure and reuse it.
"i know that this is a high risk for you, and I'm willing to pay 50 pounds for it. But you can't have more than three assistants, and I can make up for it later, depending on the situation."
50 Pounds, that's a pretty high price. If I were an ordinary detective, it would be equivalent to two or three months of my income. He could only read the newspaper to look for employees and finally came to me. Klein hesitated for a few seconds.
"Let me think about it."
He suddenly revealed an apologetic smile, pointed behind him and said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Millet Carter nodded slightly and took a sip of hot water.
After entering the bathroom and closing the wooden door, Klein looked into the mirror and took out a penny of copper.
Since he was carrying Miss Guards, he could not confirm it above the gray fog, so he could only rely on his own divination skills.
"i have to accept this commission."
…
Klein yelled seven times and flicked the coin as he watched it fall.
Thump!
The copper coin fell onto his palm, and the portrait of the king was facing upwards, showing a positive response.
Klein slightly nodded, and whispered into the air, "What did your intuition say?"
The figure of Miss Bodyguard quickly appeared in the mirror. He replied impassively, "There's a certain amount of danger, but it's not great."
Klein kept the coins, washed his hands, and walked out of the bathroom into the living room.
He looked at Millet Carter and said with a smile, "i will accept this commission."
