The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 284

Three o'clock in the afternoon at Dock Union in East Balam Dock.

Klein wore a thick sweater, a brown jacket, and a simple hat that brought him closer to the usual investigative reporter in style than to those attending banquets and interviewing people from time to time. Such a costume has cost an additional 1 pound 10 soli.

At that moment, she was wearing gold-framed glasses, and her hair was neatly combed back, sparkling with a lustre of hair oil. His face no longer had a messy beard, so he could only stick a pitch-black beard around his lips. It was at least five centimeters taller than before. He tried his best to look different from the workers from last night, making it impossible for anyone not too familiar with him to make any associations.

In his shirt and pants pocket, there was no All-Black Eye, no talisman or herbal essential oil. There was only a deck of tarot cards, a stack of notes, a pen, a wallet, some dime, a bunch of keys, and a fake reporter identity document.

He did not know the current condition of Lanevus, nor did he know where the powerful Beyonder living around him came from. Therefore, just in case, he did not bring any suspicious items.

Looking at the two-story building in front of him, Klein crossed the street, pretending not to rely on Clown intuition to notice that several pairs of eyes were watching him.

He pushed the door open and saw that the layout of the Dock Union was rather simple. There was no reception or lobby. The stairs to the second floor are in the middle, flanked by office corridors, and the floor is not covered with wooden planks, let alone carpet. They are paved purely from cement.

Klein turned to look at the man guarding by the door as he left and said, "i'm a reporter from the Backlund Daily Tribune. I'd like to interview your associate workers and find out your needs and desires. ."

The man wore a heavily patched jacket that even had a dirty, exposed cotton lining and a linen shirt underneath.

After hearing the word "journalist", he suddenly became alert and replied loudly, "No! We haven't had a strike lately, no!"

"i think you have misunderstood me. I am someone who sympathizes with you. I plan to make a special report on what unions are doing to help the workers and the real difficulties they face. Trust me." With the help of his Clown Beyonder power, Klein made his eyes look very sincere.

"Well .. Go to Mr. Rand, our committee member in charge of publicity. Turn right, and it's the second office on the right," The man hesitated for a few seconds before replying.

"Thank you." Klein bowed ostensibly in relief, and he felt the gazes observing him from the dark corner of the room disappear.

He turned to the right and, with a cold sweaty back, knocked on the office door.

Door creaking open. A middle-aged man with thin hair looked at him and asked, "May I know who you are?"

"Mrs. Rand? I'm a Statham Reporter from the Backlund Daily Tribune. This is my reporter identity document. I want to make a report with the theme of the union to help you get more attention." Klein almost believed that he was a journalist.

"That's me." The middle-aged man looked at the reporter's identification documents and said hesitantly, obviously reluctantly, "It's hard for me to believe that you reporters are here to help us."

"i was born in the East Borough, and I know how miserable the lives of the workers are. If you don't believe me, you can follow me all the time and monitor my every question." Klein suddenly smiled and added, "A report with actual interview data would be better than nothing, much better than news written purely on the basis of imagination. At least you can give your view and hopefully guide things in the direction you want."

Rand touched his scalp and replied hesitantly, "Alright then…

"I'll follow you all the time."

"Thank you!" Klein almost lost control of his emotions.

Afterwards, under Rand's guidance, she entered the office one after another, interviewing the members of the workers' association according to the questions she had prepared.

Right corridor, nothing. Corridor left, there was nothing. Klein calmly climbed the wooden stairs to the second floor.

This time, Rand took him to the office right across the stairs and introduced the people inside, "This is the reporter from the Backlund Daily Tribune, Mr. Statham.

"He wants to interview many of you, but I must remind you that there are some questions you have the right to refuse to answer."

Klein smiled, took two steps forward, and gestured to shake hands with every staff member in the room.

At that moment, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

Even though the man's skin had turned bronze, his usual round face had become angular, and his glasses had changed from a round frame to a gold-framed frame, which he had not, Klein still found traces of familiarity from his spirituality as an Astrologer.

Immediately after, his body trembled, and the smile on his face almost went out of control.

"Pardon me. Suddenly I have a stomachache. May I ask, where is the little room?" Klein asked with an awkward smile, clutching his stomach with a hand that did not hold pen and paper.

Rand and the staff are not suspicious. They all pointed to the door and said, "Get out, turn left. When you reach the end, you'll see the mark."

Klein smiled apologetically and walked out of the room, heading for the restroom quickly.

Inside, he picked the room closest to the window, sat on the toilet, and locked the wooden door behind him.

He leaned over, the corner of his mouth curling into a silent laughter. He laughed so hard that he could barely keep his body upright. A drop of sparkling liquid fell to the ground from his laughter.

Klein had confirmed that it was Lanevus!

This was not because of that small sense of familiarity, but because he sensed another type of aura from the other party's body, an aura that left a very deep impression on him!

This was also the main reason why he had almost lost control on the spot.

The collapse of his emotions came from the horror and sadness deep in his memory!

It was, it was. It was the aura of a True Creator!

…

Klein washed his face and continued the interview as if nothing had happened. Even while facing Lanevus, who had somehow changed a lot, he kept asking questions and noting down the answers.

After finishing all this, he bid farewell to the workers' association and walked out of the dimly lit building.

Outside, the sky was cloudy and foggy, as if night had come earlier.

The aura of the True Creator can only come from the body or seed of "Him", as well as the things that lie out of both. For example, an item bestowed by "He," or "Him" divinity .. This corroborates with what Lanevus told Hood Eugen. Besides, there was a tinge of familiarity.I didn't even need to go over the gray fog for the prophecy to make sure that it was him … If not for me having interacted with the True Creator multiple times and approaching his mental breakdown, there was no way I could have recognized that aura as "his" that contained no power whatsoever and properties "hers"..Klein felt heavy emotions, but he looked very relaxed.

He stood in the street and deliberately set up an interview note.

In the process, he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure among the vagabonds opposite him.

Miss Xio? Klein immediately guessed by what he knew.

He did not stop, and he kept the record before walking towards the tracked public train station.

At this moment, a horse carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.

"We meet again." Sitting on the carriage was a thin, graceful middle-aged man with white hair at his temple. He was a great detective who helped with the police investigation, Isengard Stanton.

As for Klein, he did not look any different than usual. He was just a little taller and had changed into a new outfit.

"It just so happens that I just thought about the last time I interviewed you" Klein replied deliberately.

Isengard suddenly understood and changed the subject with a smile.

"i'm here to investigate a case. The death of the Siberian has been eliminated and I am responsible for it. His death was very close to East Balam Pier."

"So it's really a copycat crime?" Klein pretended not to know.

After exchanging pleasantries, he got into a tracked public carriage. Instead of going straight home, he made the transfer and headed to Quelaag Club in Hillston.

In the clubroom, he quickly went over the gray fog to make sure that no one was following him.

Only at this step did Klein completely relax and feel the lingering fear.

The aura of a True Creator lingered in his mind like a nightmare, making the clothes on his back moist after being repeatedly dried.

To be sure, Klein conjured a yellowish-brown goat skin parchment and a dark red pen before writing a long-thought-out prophecy statement:

"The source of that inexplicable familiarity."

Putting down his pen and leaning against his chair, he started muttering as he entered the dream.

In that gray and illusory world, he saw a figure.

This figure has ordinary facial features. He wore round glasses, and he had a condescending and mocking smile from start to finish. He was none other than Lanevus!

I finally found you! Klein no longer used his Clown ability to control his facial expression as he muttered to himself with gritted teeth.

Then, he sat up straight and prepared to answer Miss Justice's prayer.

Klein controlled his emotions and said in a deep but cold voice, "No need for confirmation.

"That's Lanevus.

"You can tell the Church of the Goddess Overnight and tell them that Lanevus has the deity of the Fallen Creator."

…

Audrey, who was watching her father train a hunting dog with Susie, froze when she heard Mr. Fools.

The Fallen Creator. Isn't that the True Creator? That fraud really has the divinity of a True Creator? T-this, such a simple mission actually involves the deity of a True Creator!? As expected, I know Mr. Fool has another deeper motive. As expected of a Foolish Master! Many thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind.