The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 272's

The detective? A colleague, however, the fact that he can assist the police in dealing with such a serious case shows that he is really a famous detective, at least inside the Sivellaus Yard, wasn't that serial killer involved in devil worship? should it be left to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind? All the police department needed to do was to send a few assistants, so why would they need to seek the help of a private detective?

Yeah, those eleven serial murders must have caused a sensation. The Sivellaus Yard was under a lot of pressure, and they were unwilling to just wait in misery?

Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, but on the surface, he revealed a smile.

"Good."

He boarded the chariot of Isengard Stanton and saw a young man with brown hair in it.

"This is my assistant," Isengard, who had a thin and angled face, introduced. "Please sit down."

He did not close the door of the carriage, nor did he allow the carriage driver to push his horse forward to show that he did not mean evil.

Klein deliberately sat down anxiously and asked anxiously, "What do you want to talk about, Mr Stanton?"

Isengard took out a dark pipe and said, "I wonder what you've learned from following Ma'am. Lopez. Did you hear or find anything?"

"This ... I'm also a detective, and you should know that we have a confidentiality agreement in this business," Klein replied deliberately as if he was in a dilemma.

"I'm asking you on behalf of the Sivellaus Yard. It has nothing to do with confidentiality agreements." Isengard rubbed the pipe with his thumb. "One pound, um.. How about two pounds?"

After taking lessons from the previous incident with Meursault, along with the fact that there was no need to keep it a secret, Klein replied without hesitation, "Sure."

"Good." Isengard smiled and took out two pieces of one-pound note from his pocket.

Klein acted as if he was remembering something before honestly saying, "We only heard one sentence. Madame. Lopez tried to order his subordinates to tell Capim that he would not send anyone in the next few days."

"Captain?" Isengard nodded, seemingly enlightened. "understand."

"You know Capim?" Klein did not hide his surprise.

Isengard handed over the note and said with a faint smile, "He's one of the most controversial kings in Cherwood Borough."

"In Backlund, innocent girls were often lost on deserted streets, and after a long time, they might be found in all kinds of legal or illegal brothels. Many rumors point to Capim as a criminal honcho filled with blood and dirt on their bodies.His hands, but due to the lack of evidence, he remains free to date. Besides, he knows a lot of important people."

If that's true, then this guy should die a thousand times over. Klein nodded, sighed, and said, "This is Loen, this is Backlund, Mr. Stanton, I'll say goodbye."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Isengard woke up in the middle of the street as a polite gesture to tell him to leave. "By the way, your fighting ability is very good. Maybe we'll have a chance to work together in the future. How should I call you?"

"Sherlock Moriarty," Klein replied briefly and got off the train.

Only when he boarded the newly arrived railroad train did Isengard Stanton instruct his assistant to close the door and order the train driver to head for Hillston Borough.

Turning his head to the side, he looked out the window. The gray-haired old man had put away his dark pipe, took out a brass ornament from his pocket, slowly stroking it in his hand.

A brass ornament is a pocket-sized open book with a vertical eye in the middle.

"The appearance and appearance of Mr. Moriarty from earlier was a bit out of place. He wore highly cultured gold-rimmed glasses, but he purposely grew a beard around his mouth, making him look rough and savage. It's not quite in line with the norm. In this day and age, people who wear gold-framed glasses tend to be very concerned with their image, image having knowledge and bearing. Perhaps he was trying to hide something .. Of course, it might also be that he was a man with an unusual sense of aesthetics ..." Isengard seemed to be talking to himself, as well, but he also seems to be teaching his assistant.

At that moment, Klein who was sitting on the carriage muttered to himself while leaning against the wall, Detective Isengard Stanton was troubled. Ever since I activated my Spirit Vision, he had the blue color of rational thought and indifference and maintained the purple color of spiritual domination. Not many other colors of emotion are present.

For normal people, unless they wholeheartedly focus on learning a difficult problem, it is very difficult to maintain the same state for a long time. Other emotions will inevitably arise, the difference being the matter of how long they can last in that state.

Whether Detective Isengard Stanton is one of the geniuses in observation and reasoning with exceptional talent, or is he a Beyonder?

The tracked public train has two floors as it transports more than forty passengers to the Backlund Bridge area. Klein gradually reined in his thoughts and directed his gaze out the window and admired the two to three-story building on the other side of the road.

Sometimes he could see five or six-story chocolate houses, a sign of Backlund's latest trends and the kingdom's most advanced construction technology.

Since it wasn't the peak period at the bar, the moment he entered, he saw the Caspars drinking at the bar.

The old man with a brandy nose had asked for a glass of Langsky Proof, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction as he savored the malt scent and burning sensation in his throat.

Klein approached, knocked on the counter, and asked with a smile, "Is Maric here?"

At the same time, he had one hand in his pocket as he gripped the Azik copper whistle, using his spirituality to protect its negative effects.

Before he finished his sentence, he felt a sweeping gaze pass him by. It was obvious that they were watching him.

By the time he finished asking his question, gazes moved away from him and focused on the Kaspars.

The old man with a large scar on his face opened his eyes, and when he saw that it was Klein, he said in a bad mood, "He didn't come. He didn't come yesterday either."

He did not come. Klein heaved a sigh of relief, no longer using his spirituality to wrap the Azik copper whistle.

When I mentioned Maric, someone saw me. When they heard that I asked her whereabouts, her gaze shifted again. Someone was also looking for Maric.

Combined with his original doubts, he felt that the question now had a common answer to it.

I was confused last week — why Miss Sequence 5 Guards received a three-day protection mission for 1000 pounds? This was not to say that the price was too low, but someone with that level was already considered a strong person. In the Church of the Goddess, he was qualified to become a Nighthawk deacon or bishop of a diocese. If he could obtain the help of a Holy Artifact, he could even compete for the position of archbishop or high-level deacon…

Among various secret organizations and intelligence agencies, Order 5 also implies that the person will be in charge of a territory or at least number two or three. Even if it was the Beyonder who was not part of any organization, someone with such power would be able to build their own small organization …

No matter from which point of view, Miss Guards can enjoy the tributes from her subordinates, so there is no need for her to personally "take the job" …

At that time, I thought that I had most likely hired a "security guard" of Order 6 who would be able to last a little longer against the expert sent by Bakerland, creating an opportunity for me, he said, but who knew that Miss Guards would be so incredibly powerful…

Judging from today's incident, Miss Bodyguard and Maric might be similar to me. Their identities are sensitive, and they have to hide. Yes, their situation might be worse, and they would have to constantly worry about being hunted down. Cih, to be able to hunt down Miss Guards, even if the organization did not have High Order Extremes, anyway, they should have some Sacred Artifacts. or some members of Order 5…

Of course, this is just my hunch. Perhaps it had something to do with Maric's exposure as a Beyonder and he was now targeted by Hivemind's Machinery squad…

After some thought, Klein said with regret, "Is that so. I'm planning on playing cards with him."

After hearing something that didn't match Klein's usual way of speaking, the Kaspars were shocked. He also did not look around, but laughed out loud and said, "I'll play cards tonight. Texas, do you want to join?"

"No, I just want to play till dinner. Huh, I think I'll just go home." Klein sighed and left the Bravehearts Bar without even ordering anything to drink.

He intended to ask the Kaspars about another Beyonder encounter, but in that situation, he carefully ignored the idea.

In fact, he could have gone to a card room or a relatively closed area to talk to the Kaspars, but to be safe, he decided to wait until the next time.

Klein was in no hurry to return home. Instead, he went to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in East Borough and began divining over the gray fog to make sure that no one was following him.

After calming his mind, he reached Minsk Road before it was completely dark and found all kinds of subscription newspapers crammed in his mailbox.

I was in a hurry to leave today, so I didn't even have time to read it. At Quelaag Club, I ate well after shooting practice and took a nap, before being forced to play some tennis matches with Talim. Heh, my skill is not good enough, but my physical fitness can make up for it. He muttered softly as he opened the door and went inside before turning the gas lock.

He brought the newspaper into the living room and sat down on the sofa. He turned on the wall light and started reading.

Klein first read the Backlund Morning Post and immediately flipped to the fifth page and saw an ad. It was an advertisement for the purchase of items from the Ernst Company!

The price is 7 pence per liter of flour, 1 soli butter, 6 pence per pound of lard, 1 soli 3 pence per pound of cream, 8 soli per pound of marquis black tea…

In other words, there will be a Beyonder meeting at the same place at eight o'clock tomorrow night. The door code was to knock seven times with weight, one time slowly, six long intervals, and one short interval in that order. The remaining 3 and 8 were meaningless, lean back on the couch, and start looking forward to her meeting tomorrow night.

He wanted to sell some formulas to see if he could buy the appropriate materials or items!