The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 275's

"Esteemed Stupid Master, please tell the World Master that I will try to collect the original roots and juice of the Mist Treant as soon as possible."

After receiving The Sun's answer, Klein nodded indifferently and muttered to himself, "From the looks of it, he was somewhat satisfied with the weapon.

"Even without the additional effects of the environment, the Storm Axe was still a pretty formidable weapon."

He had provided information regarding the characteristics and limitations of the Beyonder weapon to The Sun. He did not explain it directly so as not to sound chatty. He has to take care of his image.

After doing all this, Klein did not stay any longer and immediately returned to the real world, changed clothes, and left Black Palm Street.

…

East Borough, Dharavi Street, in a narrow but crowded pub.

Xio Derecha covered his nose and mouth as he entered. To him, what was bad about this place was not only because of the smell of alcohol and sweat, but he would easily meet people who were much taller than him. He had to face their armpits and the strong smell was nauseating.

Using a lot of effort and even using the strength of an Arbitrator, Xio finally walked up to the bar table and saw the man he was looking for.

It was a young man in his twenties. He had a face as long and thin as a horse. His eyebrows were messy and ferocious, but his facial features were relatively gentle.

He gulped down alcohol and laughed out loud with the customers around him.

"Williams, I have something to talk to you about." Xio banged on the wooden table.

This rude action immediately attracted many angry gazes. However, they quickly retreated under the stern gaze of an Arbiter.

"Oh, Xio, I haven't seen you for days. Just look, it's been a week, not—at least three weeks. Wanna drink? Half-and-a-half?" williams said, half drunk and half surprised.

Half and Half is one of the most popular alcoholic beverages in the East Borough, made from malt beer and fortified wine grapes, and because it is made appropriately from two constituents of equal proportions, it is a popular drink, this drink is known as Half and Half.

"Are you really going to let me drink?" Xio knitted his brows.

"No, he didn't!" the boss, who was wiping the glass, hurriedly replied on behalf of Williams.

He clearly remembered how deadly the girl was when she was drunk. He would use his fists to persuade the guests to stop drinking and throw them away one by one.

The corner of Williams' mouth twitched as she spread her arms and said, "Come, why are you looking for me?"

He was one of the East Borough informants and was connected to several gangs.

Xio frowned and said, "Williams, can't you stop drinking? Save your money, marry a good girl, and go home every day for hot water, food, and warm greetings. You can share all the things that you have seen in the day with her, and she can tell you about the trivial things that happened in your home, she said, and there will be cute kids who will kiss your cheeks and play around with you. Isn't that kind of warmth fun?"

He was able to gain a quick foothold in Backlund's East Borough, all thanks to Williams' help, so he always wanted him to get better.

"Warmth?" Williams sneered. "It was built on the money I brought back, and I've seen through the jokes. If I could bring home twenty soli a week, I'm sure my family would be warm and as you describe it, but if not God, the screams and insults of that woman, the cries and screams of the children will drive me crazy!

"My mom is a good example. Every time my parents came home, he would beat me up and make a fuss, so if that was the case, I might as well use soli and pence for me to trade drinks. No one cared how much I got here; everyone drank and chatted, and the atmosphere was great. If I want a woman, there's a cute street girl outside. They won't fight with you. "

Xio grinned and said, "You are truly an irreparable follower of the Lord of Storms. One day, you'll die of alcoholism or some strange disease."

"At least I'm enjoying life" Williams replied without caring what she said. "I've been out of work for almost three days, so I won't give you a discount."

Xio stopped persuading him. She stroked her short, disheveled blond hair and handed over the portrait of Lanevus Audrey had given her.

"Help me keep an eye on this man. Find him as soon as possible.

"This is a different portrait of her."

Williams spread out a piece of paper in a fainting state and glanced at it before tsking. "He looks too ordinary, and there are so many people in the East Borough. Someone dies at any time. Some go, some come, and some become homeless. It'll be hard to find."

"In short, help me keep an eye on. Tell me immediately if you find anyone who looks like him." Xio took out the five soli money and handed it to him. "It's beer money. If you can find the person in the portrait, I'll give you ten more pounds."

"Ten pounds?" Williams whistling. "Xio, when did you become so generous? Or is this person more valuable?"

"That's the value of the prize. Ten pounds to give you a clue." Xio pretended to look around the pub and replied, "Don't forget about this matter, I'll be back in a few days."

He had already passed almost half of the East Borough and given missions to the gang leaders and informants he knew, and he had paid a few pounds up front.

As long as one of them succeeds, I'll get it all back. All those benefits! Xio quietly cheered himself up and walked out of the pub with his nose and mouth closed.

At that moment, the scene gradually turned chaotic due to some conflicts between some drunkards.

A sense of dominance echoed within the pub, and it was as if the drunkards had met their nemesis as they hurriedly sat down. Some of them even hugged their heads and squatted on the ground.

Phew, I wonder when I will advance to the Sheriff. Xio sighed, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation.

…

On Thursday morning, Klein made a long trip to St. George Borough is just like any other city to show its attention towards its first investment.

With his last tip and revelation of the Roselle manuscript, Leppard is making very fast progress in the bicycle project and has built a rough prototype.

This was very much in line with Klein's impression of bicycles.

After the trial, Klein offered some suggestions for improvement, saying that he would cash out a second investment payment next week, and expressed his hope of bringing in new investors as soon as possible, the project will enter the industrial phase.

The only problem was that Leppard believed that he was the inventor and had the right to name the product.

He was dissatisfied with the term "bike" and intended to adopt the more popular term, "bike".

Klein doesn't care.

During the day, he returned to 15 Minsk Street, but before he could take off his hat, he heard a series of illusory pleas.

Miss Justice? He had gathered information on despicable nobles so quickly? Still thinking, Klein prepared to enter the living room and head to the second floor.

At that moment he heard the doorbell and when he opened the door, he saw Julianne, the servant of the Sammer family next door.

"Mr Moriarty, Mrs Sammer would like to invite you to Sunday lunch. There would be many neighbors present," the waiter said as if reading something.

After returning last night, Klein had handed the portable camera to Madam Sammer and exchanged a few words with her, but she had not received any indication of lunch.

That's right, according to the magazine, the middle class won't invite anyone to the event in person, but instead, they officially send their waiter or waiter to send an invitation … This was in line with Mrs Sammer's style .. Klein was confused at first before she immediately realized, so she promised to be on time on Sunday.

Who wouldn't want a free lunch? And Mrs and Mrs Sammer are not a difficult person to get along with, as long as you don't mind them showing off.

He saw Julianne leave. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the stairs, his eyes observing the living room, dining room, and kitchen which were a bit messy.

It's been a few days since I cleaned up. I'm still a bachelor, so it's not bad that I can keep this level of neatness. . It is not very good to just hire housemaids for chores. I had to discuss this with Mrs Sammer on Sunday and ask her to send her maid to clean up twice a week, and I would pay her… Klein calmly walked into the bedroom on the second floor and pulled the curtains.

After entering the fog, she discovered that the prayer had indeed come from Miss Justice.

This blue-blooded girl sat on the piano bench, her hands on the keys. He did not play the piano; instead, he whispered the honorary name The Fool which did not belong to this era.

"… I have gathered information regarding despicable nobles.I asked for permission to hold a sacrificial ritual and asked for your help to give it to the World Lord."

It was quick... as expected of a “professional”.

Audrey, who had just returned from the royal emblem office and was an expert in this field, completed the sacrificial ritual with a little stranger as she threw the thick script at the door of the illusion.

"I'll spread it to the world." Klein's tone was indifferent as he severed the connection.

This time, he was in no hurry to return to the real world. Instead, he flipped through the script and found a passage related to the Pound family.

The Pound Family did indeed obtain the title of viscount from the Violated Battle of the Oath. After that, they were loyal to the royal family, and they had little power in their own army and territories.

However, thirty-two years ago, two family heirs died from serious illnesses, one after another. At that time, the old viscount had no choice but to bring the child from a distant relative home.

Not long after, the old viscount died. Since the boy was a child, under the persuasion and encouragement of the servants, he changed the butler and became a dandy.

In just eight years he had lost most of his wealth and was demoted to baron. Even the family home in Backlund was sold.

In the years that followed, his title was reduced once again to baronet.

Died of a serious illness? Their bodies may not be found. They were all supposed to be in the deepest room in the underground structure, outside that bloody door. The old viscount must have deliberately concealed this matter, preventing the royal family, military or church from investigating… From the looks of it, the Pound family must have discovered an underground structure from the Fourth Age some thirty years ago. Perhaps, the underground secret door was built by them.. But there were more than two corpses in the room?

Well, I have to talk to the Baronet Pound in a way that won't reveal my identity…

Klein stopped thinking and looked at the last paragraph. He saw what he wanted: "Baronet Pound, currently living on 29th Sivellaus Street, Empress Borough."