The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 279's

In the dark underground structure, Klein walked around the hall with a raised lantern in his hand. He actually checked to see if there was another entrance. Of course, he did not dare to enter the tunnel leading to the deepest chamber, and the newly collected snakes were, once again, blown away by the biting cold wind.

After receiving confirmation, he took the initiative to retreat to the side of the gate, where he watched, along with the three zombies, as Sharron placed the explosives in different locations.

"He looks very professional." Klein sighed softly.

And without a doubt, the three zombies did not respond to his musings.

However, there is a reason for this. He continued to use his spirituality to wrap around Azik's copper whistle to protect from its negative effects; otherwise, he would find their passionate "response.

He had no intention of bringing this ancient and beautiful copper whistle with him at first, but given that he had to be wary of the manipulation of evil spirits, he could only sacrifice a portion of his spirituality.

Miss Guard, no — Miss Sharron said that she was a demolition expert, and from the looks of it, she really wasn't bragging …

Has he been in this field of work in the past? Or did one of his Sequences on his Beyonder path make him skilled in this domain? According to the information I read back at the Nighthawks, some candidates like Sequence 9 Criminal, Prisoner, Warrior, and Hunter, Sequence 8 Sheriff, and Sequence 7 Weapon Master and Knowledge Keeper. Heh, the latter has a nickname, Detective. It was part of the God Church of Knowledge and Wisdom.

I want to know which path Miss Sharron is on. Nothing seemed to be a match, and he even showed his ability to rule over the zombies…

While Klein's mind wandered and made all sorts of associations, Sharron finished installing explosives and, all the while, lit his fuse.

In passing? Fuses on? Hey, hey, hey! Why don't you give me a warning? Only then did Klein gasp back to his senses and get shocked. He quickly rushed out of the hall and entered the corridor outside.

As for the three zombies, they calmly followed behind him.

"It's very safe here." Sharron suddenly appeared and floated beside him.

Klein heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Will dust fall from the tremors here?"

"Yes" Sharron replied with one word.

"That's great." As he spoke, Klein took another step back.

The hissing sound from the burning fuse reached his ears, making him feel a little annoyed.

It was not because he was afraid of the explosion that followed him, but because he could not feel at ease.

"One," Sharron said suddenly.

"Huh?" Klein did not understand what he meant.

It's thundering!

The earth shook violently, and a wisp of dust fell down from above. Klein's ears buzzed, and for a moment he could hear nothing more.

If not for the fact that he was a Clown, he would have lost his balance and fallen to the ground.

Cough! Cough! Cough! Disturbed and unconscious, he started coughing. He saw huge boulders and mud quickly fall in front of him as they directly blocked the entrance.

During the remaining tremors, Klein gripped the copper whistle given to him by Mr. Azik and observed his reaction.

Although he had predicted beforehand that his expedition would be safe, he did not dare to believe it completely, even if it was a revelation obtained from above the gray fog as it involved the statues of the six orthodox gods. Therefore, he carefully judged whether the evil spirit was released or not with the help of the Azik copper whistle.

The surface of the copper whistle was cold but light, and there were no abnormal changes. Completely relieved, Klein looked at the zombie beside him and confirmed one thing from their eyes: his face was extremely dirty right now.

That nice. This is in line with how I will explain this to Old Man Millet Carter… He walked to the entrance and made sure that it was completely blocked.

Without causing too much commotion, it was true that only those from the Apprenticeship and Beyonders paths like Miss Sharron could enter in the future. In doing so, he had put aside many potential competitors. No wonder it was free .. Klein looked at the boulders and the ground before sighing.

Of course, I can too. I have a condition similar to a spirit body! He quietly added this sentence in his heart while smiling, but his expression did not change at all.

"Let's call it a day." With an exaggerated flick of a finger, Klein led the three zombies back into the basement of the house. As for Sharron, he had already disappeared.

In the spacious basement, Millet Carter nervously paced around, looking at the secret door from time to time.

As soon as he saw Detective Moriarty and his assistant come out, he let out a long sigh and asked anxiously, "What's going on inside?"

Klein deliberately panted and said, "The underground structure is too old, it has not been repaired for a long time. We repeled the snakes, but with just a slight movement, it collapsed. The entire area had collapsed, but luckily we were close to the door and managed to escape in time."

"Holy Lord of the Storm! That structure is that dangerous?" Millet Carter banged her left breast.

"Yes, there are always only a few ancient buildings that can be preserved. The rest will collapse in the river of history" Klein replied. "I'll take you to confirm the situation."

"No, this area is pretty sturdy." Klein deliberately patted the dust off his body and coughed twice. He then led his master in and stopped at a completely closed entrance. The walls near the hall had also collapsed, leaving only stone and earth.

"You can use this area." He pointed to the corridor area.

Millet was silent for a few seconds before she sighed.

“Thank God I didn't rush to send someone to explore but instead went looking for you, a professional. Otherwise, I would have to bear the burden of losing some lives.

"Alright, this commission ends here. I'll pay you the rest of the prize."

As he spoke, Millet Carter took out his wallet, counting, and was somewhat embarrassed that there were only about thirty pounds in cash.

"Luckily, I still have money in other forms; otherwise, I should go to the bank," muttered Millet as he looked at Klein. "Do you mind taking the gold coins?"

"No, I don't mind money of any kind." Klein smiled.

Loen Kingdom gold pounds can be in the form of gold coins unless the amount is very large. This is a guarantee of denomination on the banknotes.

However, in the last hundred years after Emperor Roselle, the people of the Northern Continent became increasingly accustomed to paper money. There are even some DPR members who want a replacement banknote for copper money.

Gold, in the true sense, has almost never been in circulation in the market. Only a few old men would put a fixed box on the other end of their pocket watch chain that contained some gold in case of an accident.

It was to give them peace of mind as well as habits.

Millet nodded, and following the gold chain in her clothes, she took out a box that was flickering with a golden light from a certain pocket.

He opened the box, took out five gold coins, and handed it along with the banknotes he had calculated earlier to the detective.

Klein did not hide his actions as he counted the money and suddenly flicked the gold coin and caught it quietly.

"Thank you for your generosity." He looked at the statue and smiled sincerely. Then he pressed his hand against his chest and bowed while facing Millet Carter.

Yes, if it was another detective, even if they destroyed the entrance and hallway, they would definitely have nightmares upon returning. They will hear things at home, and their minds will become weak. They will feel like they are being watched all the time and are having other problems. That was the damage of the evil spirit aura. It will take a very long time before the effect is gone, but we are different. Miss Sharron was originally like a ghost. As for me, I'll be fine after I go above the gray fog. As for the three zombies, they were not even afraid of death, so what was there to fear? Klein railed while in a good mood as he bid farewell to Millet Cullen and left his home.

Arriving on the road, without even telling him, the three zombies walked in the other direction.

Miss Sharron had left. She really did not collect money for the zombies. Klein smiled as he raised his hand and waved towards the backs of the three zombies.

Then, he went home and changed into normal clothes and headed to Quelaag Club to practice shooting.

After also finishing his dinner there as a reward for successfully completing his mission, Klein returned to Minsk Road by public carriage.

The dark and gloomy surroundings were illuminated by gas lamps, and with his cane, he walked leisurely along the road.

Suddenly, he had a premonition that was neither too good nor bad.

What the hell is going on? When Klein looked up, he saw two policemen with a dog tied up, seemingly investigating the streets.

The investigation? Investigation with a police dog? Is this the result of a serial murder? The killing grounds smell of cloves and gooseberries, so they include police dogs? Klein could not help but secretly scold.

The history of dogs dates back to the time of Roselle, but the numbers have always been small.

Considering that he had a lot on him, and considering his premonition beforehand, Klein decided to take a detour.

But at that moment, the two policemen saw him and gestured for him to stop.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched as he waited on the spot with a smile on his face.

"Routine investigation." As they approached, one of the officers showed him his identity documents.

"Alright.." Before Klein could finish his sentence, the police dog suddenly growled at him and barked nonstop.

Is it because of the smell of gunpowder on me? The gunpowder smell from my afternoon training? Klein immediately realized what was going on. He looked at the faces of the two officers who were now on guard. While thinking, he smiled and said, "Here you go, I picked up the revolver along the way, along with the armpit gloves and bullets.I plan on handing it over to the police."

Slowly, he took out his revolver, raised his hand to the shoulder, and added with a serious smile, "Officer, I really don't carry a weapon illegally."

When one of the policemen remained vigilant, the other received a gun and said seriously, "you should go back to the police station with us."

"Alright," Klein replied with a bright smile. "But I have a request. Please tell my lawyer, Mr. Jurgen Cooper, I'll just take a body search with him."