The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 315's

Silver City, in a narrow room.

Derrick Berg was sitting by his bedside, silently recalling the information regarding the seven gods he had received.

The names of the gods he had never heard of and the vague ancient myths all showed him that there was a new world beyond that completely different from Silver City.

Was it a piece of land that the gods had not left behind? Or perhaps, it was a land protected by new gods? Derrick sat in the dark, motionless. Lightning snatched from time to time outside the window, bringing with it a strong light.

He slowly focused his mind on the different powers concentrated in the hands of the seven gods, and he compared them to ancient gods like the Imagination Dragon, Ankewelt.

The so-called Combat God was very similar to the Giant King of Aurmir. The Storm Ruler had a power similar to the Fairy King, Soniathrym. The Goddess Overnight seemed to be a fusion of the Demon Wolf King, Flegrea, and the Vampire Ancestor, Lilith. As for the Eternal Blazing Sun, Mother Earth, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the God of Steam and Machines, I cannot find anyone who suits them …

Regarding the mythical legend, I did not pay much attention in class and missed out a lot …

Phew, since there was no patrol duty during this period of time, I have to go to the tower library and read it.

Derrick stood up and did as he planned.

The problem he was facing was echoed by the majority of the population in the Silver City. When they are educated with general knowledge, their focus is all on practical courses such as Devil Studies, Monster Classification, Spells, and the Beyonder Foundation. They all focused on knowledge that could be used to deal with monsters in the dark and increase the production of edible plants. As for additional classes like Myth Studies, they often paid little attention.

If the history of the Silver City was unable to make the residents more united, increase their respect, or increase their sense of mission, and how the six-member council was very strict in this regard, it would be, Derrick believes he can best remember what happened in the last two or three decades.

Carrying the Storm Axe, Derrick walked out of his house, following a clean, simple, yet old and mottled stone path until he reached the twin towers on the north side of the city.

One of the twin spires served as the library of the Silver City, an exchange place where achievement points could be exchanged and daily necessities could be distributed. The dome was where the six council members lived and was rumored to contain a mystical object that had sustained the Silver City for over two thousand years, as well as a warehouse for formulas and ingredients.

Entering the top of the tower, Derrick goes straight up to the third floor and, according to his memory, finds a shelf where the materials of mythology and related ancient books are stored.

Just as he was about to pull out a book related to the creation myth, a slender, white-skinned, handsome palm rushed forward and took the book from him.

Derrick traced his arm, and after a quick glance, he lowered his head, pressed his hand against his chest, and said in a low voice, "Greetings, elder Lovia."

The person who took the book from him was one of the six board members, Shepherd Lovia.

He was wearing a long black robe embroidered with a mysterious purple pattern. His silvery-gray hair was thick but slightly curved.

Her face was smooth and fair, her appearance was beautiful. He looked to be in his early thirties, and his pair of young gray eyes seemed to be able to pierce through one's soul.

Lovia briefly acknowledged Derrick's greeting and gently nodded her head without saying anything more. He secretly picked up the ancient book and left a space between the two bookshelves.

elder Lovia seemed to have returned to normal. He was like never before, always changing temperament randomly—sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes grunting angrily, sometimes indifferently.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable fear.

It was because elder Lovia was acting normally…

Normal…

…

After reading through the entire file, Klein did not find any animal records.

It is clear that the initial investigation has ignored this issue.

Yes, I must remember my previous consideration.I cannot rashly conduct my own investigation. Without talking about how I did not have any special means or confidence to avoid the Devil's intuition towards danger, just the possibility of me meeting the Nighthawk would be a very troublesome matter. My goal is to always take on the role of a maid. My job is to analyze the case and suggest conjectures and determine if the clues are genuine.

After understanding the Devil's abilities, he temporarily did not dare to hand over the matter of the investigation whether the suspect previously had a pet or not to Stuart. That would have a great chance to hurt Stuart.

It was only at an early stage of research with no direction. It's likely Stuart won't have any problems. Demons are not like a bunch of crazy people from the Aurora Order. He will not proactively expose himself. Tomorrow or the day after, Stuart will definitely give a report. There may be clues that others may not be able to detect. Klein stood up and stuffed his hand into his pocket as he paced around the activity room.

Now, the dilemma is how to get the main investigative agency to put animals under their radar.

I definitely can't mention it directly, because it would attract the suspicion of others. It would be the same if I tried to guide them in the dark. Klein thought carefully as he weighed the matter seriously before finally deciding on a plan.

He took out a letter, took out a pen, and wrote:

"Reminent Lord Stanton, please,

"i'm thinking about problems. Previously, while the detectives were discussing, they all discovered the actions of the skilled killer without the slightest bit of experience. They believed that he could not be born with such skills and that he definitely had many skills. experience building his foundation.Examples of such people could be surgical students from medical school or butchers.

“At that time, I thought he might have done something like this before. This is a directive for investigation, and that's what I'm paying the most attention to right now.

“But after thinking about it over and over again for the past two days, I guess it wasn't comprehensive enough. Perhaps, he did not rely on killing people to gain experience.

“Could he be training with poor animals? Different types of animals live.

"The number of animals that die in Backlund every day is uncountable, and those that are lost in the sewers are also unknown. Therefore, this is a very good training target.

"This is my vague opinion.I wish I could communicate with you.

"Sherlock Moriarty"

Klein did not directly mention that the killer might be a beast that had turned into a Devil. He also used the training grounds, hoping Isengard Stanton would notice the neglected "animal world" thus alerting the official Beyonders in charge of the case.

As he was writing, he suddenly felt that this was also a direction.

The reason why the Devil was not captured all this time was because he often hunted animals.

Well, hopefully it will inspire them. Klein folded the letter and dressed up to send it to the mailbox down the street.

Fifteen minutes later, Lawyer Jurgen, who saw Detective Sherlock pass through his original window repeatedly, finally could not resist his urge to open the door and asked politely, "Mr Moriarty, the, did you forget your key?"

"Eh, sort of." Klein smiled a smile.

"Why don't you come to my house as a guest? After dinner, you can come back after dark. I know you're a very good private detective at climbing." Jurgen invited him in with a serious expression.

To serious? Klein was stunned for a moment before he smiled sincerely.

"It's my honor."

After all, Lawyer Jurgen's grandmother had the standard of a capable chef!

And he can also tease the cat while he is there!

…

When it was completely dark, Klein, after being full, rested for a while at home before leaving Minsk Road with his cane.

He planned to travel again to Rose Street, on the south side of the bridge, and asked Bishop Utravsky about the origins of Master Key.

With the help of Dowsing Rod Seeking, he managed to arrive at Harvest Church in the middle of the night and sneak in through the same route as before.

However, Bishop Utravsky did not repent in the cathedral hall tonight. There is only a row of benches in silence and gloom.

"He's on a break?" Klein felt a little confused as he walked towards the living room behind the hall.

Turning around the corner, he saw the giant, tall Bishop Utravsky walking up the basement stairs. The heavy stone door located there was being pounded by someone.

Who's he keeping in the basement? Klein immediately thought of a series of misleading ideas.

Bishop Utravsky looked up and saw Klein in the same disguise as before. He was also surprised when he asked, "Have you not found your way home yet?"

… Do I look like someone who has been missing for so long? Klein forced a smile.

"Dad, I'm not lost."

"You think the formula is fake? It was impossible." Bishop Utravsky frowned and stopped in the middle of the stairs.

As a result, he was at the same height as Klein.

"No, it's genuine," Klein replied honestly.

At this moment, the stone door of the basement was pounded again with ever increasing intensity. Along with the thud came the voice of a man who shouted, "Let me out."

"This is?" Klein would not ask.

Bishop Utravsky smiled warmly and said, "Vampire."

As soon as he finished, the man in the basement shouted, "What's wrong with being a vampire? Do you think vampires should be locked up here? Do I have to listen to your scolding and scripture readings every day? Nonsense, I'm a noble Sanguine, so don't use such a vulgar name to describe me!

"Let me tell you, I worship the moon, and I will by no means be a believer in Mother Earth! Surrender, you cursed priest!"

This was Klein's first time meeting a real vampire, so he couldn't help but ask, "Dad, where did you catch him?"

Bishop Utravsky looked at Klein strangely before saying, "He is the original owner of Master Key.

"One day, he got lost and entered this cathedral."

… Klein was seriously considering the dilemma of whether or not he should bring Master Key with him in the future.

It's a good thing that I can be divine.

"It just so happens that he has entered a state where he is bloodthirsty, and I have discovered his deformity" Bishop Utravsky added with a smile.

"Omong empty, don't talk about blood! All I need is the blood of a beautiful young girl, not the blood of a dirty old man like you!" The vampire in the basement suddenly became angry.

Bishop Utravsky explained without the slightest hint of anger, "When he craves blood, I will give him a portion of mine."

Klein nodded and looked again. He discovered that the heavy stone door in the basement was carved with the Sacred Emblem of Life and many mysterious symbols, forming a complete seal.

During the day, as more and more people began to pray, it was impossible for the voice to even reach outside.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" at that moment, asked Bishop Utravsky.

Klein replied honestly, "i wonder where Master Key first came from."

"You should ask him." Bishop Utravsky points to the basement.

The vampire inside suddenly became silent before he casually laughed and said, "Friends, I can answer your question.

"But the condition is that you save me first."