The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 298

Fors' eyelashes fluttered several times before he slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on the floor of his living room. Through the window, he saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky like a red disk. The normally thin and opaque chiffon seemed to turn into a rich bloody light.

I didn't die, I didn't lose control .. It wasn't a dream just now. I was actually saved by the mysterious and powerful Foolish Master, he saw that there was nothing strange about his entire body except that his hair had grown longer and denser.

But my life was completely different from before .. I don't know if this was good or bad .. Secretly muttering to herself, Fors sat on the ground hugging her knees while daydreaming. His mind wanders sometimes, and sometimes, he is anxious, sad, or confused.

…

Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the chair that had the symbol of a layered door on its back. He muttered to himself in his mind, I wonder what kind of information is contained in the ravings…

When he was in Order 7 or Order 6, he should be able to withstand the negative effects and hear the contents of his chatter.

If she doesn't understand the method of acting yet, I can let Miss Justice and the others help me teach her. I have sworn under the Sacred Artifacts to the Goddess that I will not mention anything related to acting methods to people who are unaware of them.

… When I advanced to Sequence 5 and became Master Nimblewright, maybe I could use the appropriate ritual and the uniqueness of this mysterious space to control it remotely and instantly see what he saw and heard what he heard.

That way, I can determine if it's Mr. Door…

This man who had witnessed the history of the Fourth Age was probably even older than Lord Azik who had lived many lives.

I wonder if Sequence is equivalent to his strength and level. 2? Or even 1?

After some consideration, he felt that his spirituality had become unstable, so he hurriedly descended into the gray fog and returned to the real world.

This was a common occurrence after recent advances; therefore, Klein gave up on going out, and he patiently entered Cogitation at home, retracting and releasing his spirituality.

…

In the early hours of the morning, Fors took the earliest steam metro back to St. George Borough before taking the public train to the two-bedroom apartment where he lived with Xio.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find Xio, who usually slept late at night, baking bread.

"The sudden appearance of Blood Moon last night caused me insomnia, so I woke up early. Fors, are you okay? Is the strange ramblings getting stronger?" xio asked, looking up with concern.

Fors' vision suddenly blurred. He turned his head to the side, forced a smile, and said in his usual confrontational tone, "What happened to your brain? Didn't I say it before? His chirping will definitely become stronger during the Blood Moon!

"But it doesn't affect me at all. Yeah, it doesn't affect me at all. Look at me, look how energetic I am now!

"Hey, bake a piece of bread for me too!"

"You don't think you like eating it like this?" Xio tidied up his short blonde hair and muttered softly.

…

After taking her first steps to get revenge and make progress, Klein slept through the night. He casually went to buy Feynapotter noodles for breakfast, along with Desi pie and a cup of sweet iced tea.

After enjoying the delicious food with satisfaction, he put down his fork and knife and picked up the newspaper. He was in a very relaxed mood when he started reading.

A quick scan revealed that the Tussock Times headline read:

"Bloody Moon Night, the Killer Demon attacked again!"

Any more? Klein quickly flipped through the front pages of other newspapers and saw many similar titles:

"The real 11th case! The police are helpless!"

"The cold-blooded Killer Devil is once again making a mockery of the police!"

"The atmosphere of panic spread through the Backlund!"

This... The Nighthawks and Mandated Punishers must be a headache, right? Klein sighed in his heart.

To be honest, he had a desire to catch the killer.

Back on Earth, when he was weak, he often daydreamed about being the one to uphold justice and punish evil. But now, as Beyonder Sequence 7, Klein feels sorry for his past dreams because of his choice not to become a superhero.

Huh, what a pity. This case has received high levels of attention. If I join, doesn't that mean I'm waiting for my identity to be revealed? I still have to be rational.Next, according to The Sun, the culprit will most likely advance from Order 6 to Order 5. Although I won't be afraid of him, I might not be able to catch him even with new spells and abilities like the spells I obtained. After thinking about it, Klein still chose to follow his deepest beliefs and remain an ordinary citizen.

He believes that with the power of some Church—if the killer continues to commit crimes—there is a high chance they will be caught!

After flipping through the news, Klein glanced at the Backlund Morning Post and found that an advertisement for Ernst Company's purchase of goods had appeared again on the fifth page.

There'll be a meeting tomorrow night at 8 p.m. I can sell the Spring of the Elf marrow crystal to Apothecary then. Klein muttered while recalling the first four digits of the listed price.

Half an hour later, he finished reading the thick newspaper in front of him and began to seriously consider his future plans.

The medium-term plan was to find a method of acting for the Witch.I would slowly summarize the appropriate spells to observe, in order to digest the potions bit by bit. During this process, I will begin my quest for the Human-skinned Shadow Characteristics, the hair of the Deep Sea Dragon, the blood of the Thousand-faced Hunter, and the mutated pituitary gland, he said, as well as a means to eliminate the corruption of an evil god.

Um ... The Beyonder ingredients of Sequence 6 cost about 1500 pounds each. That's very expensive!

Moreover, I need to obtain a mystical item that focuses on attacking or controlling. Although the Witch is very powerful, most of the Beyonder's power is used to sustain life and escape. In a suitable environment, the strongest attack was from a special revolver. The only advantage was how it shocked others, and also not having the means to control the enemy.

Short-term plan, short-term plan.Heh, I will cut some paper sculptures and make preparations for my strength.I will visit the circus in the afternoon as a way to relax and for entertainment. I can try to get inspiration for "acting" by observing ordinary Magicians. Yeah, I saw in the papers that there was some permanent circus in Backlund…

After finishing his thoughts, Klein immediately tidied up his plate, cleaned his knife and fork, and devoted himself to busy making preparations.

When it was almost noon, he put down the scissors and saw three raw paper sculptures in front of him. He sighed and muttered to himself, This might be the first time in my life that I take manual work very seriously

Fortunately, it was only to cut some paper sculptures and not flowers or embroidery. It's okay as long as it's shaped like a person!

Huh, if not for the fact that my hands became agile, I might have failed today…

Klein had just used an additional paper sculpture to test his abilities and make sure that everything was fine.

He folded up the paper statues and hid them in a pile of notes. Klein put it in his pocket.

Just as he was about to go out and enjoy a meal at a slightly better restaurant before heading to a nearby circus to watch the show, the doorbell suddenly rang, and a pleasant tinkling sound echoed in the air.

A job? The advertisement I installed should have been almost done with its listing period.Wearing a stiff shirt and a warm thin sweater, Klein came to the door and grabbed the handle.

At the same time, a picture of the visitor appeared in his mind.

It was a man in his forties. He was a bit fat, and he seemed to have difficulty even standing up.

His eyes were small because of the amount of flesh on his face. The skin is rough but very white. He had a man's cane in his hand, and a very tall and large hat on his head.

Although Backlund was cold in October, the man's forehead was covered in sweat.

Beside him were two officers with bright red coats, supporting him from both sides.

I did not know him .. Klein muttered, and before his spiritual perception could respond, he opened the door.

"Good afternoon. The weather's really hot." The fat middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

As he spoke, a cold wind blew, causing the two maids beside him to shiver.

"Good afternoon. Can I help you?" Klein asked politely.

"are you Detective Sherlock Moriarty? I have something I want to trust you with." The middle-aged man forced a smile and said, "i forgot to introduce myself.I'm Rogo Colloman, a jeweler."

"Please, come in." Klein smiled and gave way.

Rogo Colloman stepped in with heavy strides and sat on the sofa, causing the old furniture to let out a resistant groan.

"What is that really?" Klein took out a penny of copper and deftly rolled it on his fingertips.

Rogo sighed and said, "i hope you protect my son until tomorrow afternoon. He has offended some lunatics."

"Till tomorrow afternoon? Have you found a solution? Why not call the police?" Klein asked unhurriedly.

Rogo remained silent for two seconds before saying, "Adol got into a bad company and was led to do bad things by them. Oh, nothing too serious, but what could put him in jail. Unless I need to, I don't want to call the police.

"He was recently at odds with his evil friends. As a result, he suddenly cried and kept shouting that those people wanted to kill him.

“i was very worried, so I hired six senior bodyguards from a security company to stand guard outside. Later, I hired four other private detectives to take turns watching Adol, even if she was sleeping.

"But one of the detectives suddenly had an accident at home and could only return tomorrow afternoon. Therefore, I can only hire another detective at the last moment.

"Sorry, I can only hire you for one day.

"Yes.The reward is 10 pounds, and if you face any danger, I will add more. You will be satisfied."

Is that so. 10 pounds for a day. That's equivalent to Mr. Sammer's week's salary from next door neighbors. Klein could tell from the color of other people's emotions that he wasn't lying.

During the brief silence in the living room, he kept flipping the copper penny between his fingers and with a thud, it fell into his palm.

Klein glanced at him, bent his finger and smiled.

"Agreed."