The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 325's

When she returned to the living room, Klein took the letter opener and opened the envelope before taking out Isengard Stanton's letter.

The famous detective wrote:

"Your idea has helped us a lot. Let me say thank you here first.

"After receiving your letter, we immediately arranged for some people to sweep through the important areas. As expected, we found some clues, and some of the wild animals that often appear and are remembered by residents have disappeared.

“In the process, we also see interesting things. Four years ago, in a serial murder case, yes—the target was a single PSK with a child. Quite a number of people living near the CPI mentioned that although most suspicious teenagers were eccentric and vicious, he was quite fond of animals, especially large black dogs.

"After the boy was killed in a gang shootout, the people living around him never saw the dog again.

"I want to know. Who is the owner at the moment? Is it the killer of some unsolved serial murder case from far back?

"The above "facts have all been proven to be true at the scene of the 12th murder case, and have played a key role in giving police a preliminary picture of the suspect. If everything goes well, and the culprit is arrested, we will be able to get most of the prize money.

"My friend, I clearly remember your contribution. I won't forget your part."

…

Isengard Stanton seemed to suspect that I knew the truth about Satan, so he deliberately hinted at something? Klein put down the letter and muttered inwardly.

However, this letter also made him feel relieved.

The official Beyonders are not looking for the wrong person!

If the giant Demon dog did not get any additional help, then it was only a matter of time before he was captured and killed.

As for Isengard Stanton's prediction that there were other masters, Klein did not have enough evidence to confirm the matter, so it could only be said that there was a certain possibility.

In short, my mission ended here. The work is now left to the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind squads. Klein took out a new piece of paper, took out a pen, and answered Isengard Stanton with a letter filled with humility. He also ignored his subtle clues like a real ordinary private detective.

After cutting another paper sculpture and sending the letter, Klein walked to a public carriage stop to wait. He thought casually, The next thing to do is wait for money …

Leppard said she would visit the Roselle Memorial Exhibition for three days in a row. I had to wait until Saturday before visiting her to find her and make the final payment. Hopefully, a patent for the bike will be filed by then. Huh, the Backlund Patent Office seems to be known to be inefficient.

Klein had already made plans for the day. Since there were no Beyonder meetings, so he was unable to buy the appropriate items, he suddenly had plenty of free time. He did not need to concern himself for a short time.

In the morning, I'll go to the Quelaag Club, practice my shooting skills, train my Beyonder powers, have lunch there, and have a good lunch, and then find a better circus to observe the Witch show and see if I can get some inspiration. He took out his gold pocket watch and looked at it. He took the public train in a good mood.

…

Hillston Borough, Quelaag Club.

Since Klein came at least twice a week, the servants remembered him and did not ask him to show proof of his membership or his Frost constellation badge.

It was Wednesday morning, and since most of the Quelaag Club members belonged to the middle class, where they still had steady and decent jobs, it was difficult for them to visit the club except Sunday, which was not the case, tea time, or when they take time off from work.

The spacious and bright hall looked very empty. There were only a few people sitting in the corner where the coffee table and sofa were.

Glancing around, Klein looked at an acquaintance and went to greet him, "Talim, with the incredible weather today, you should be in the grass club."

His acquaintance is Talim, the noble riding teacher who has introduced him to the club at Ny's request. Mary Dumont's. He once brought Klein— businessthe protection of Daily Observer reporter Mike Joseph on his way to Golden Rose for an investigation.

Talim looked up, touched his brown short curls, and smiled.

"Geez, this is a great honorable detective. What the hell are you doing? I haven't seen you in a long time."

That's because you haven't been to the club for days.Klein smiled as he sat on the sofa next to Talim.

"i've helped the police in a serial murder case. While it may not necessarily pay off, the prize is quite tempting. In addition, establishing good relations with the police is very important for our private investigators."

What I just said is bragging. I was just a mediocre character who had been summoned. he made fun of himself in the heart.

Among several members sitting on the same sofa behind them, a man who looked like a stockbroker started a discussion about the latest Western Railway stocks and East Balam Plantation stocks.

Talim did not doubt Klein's answer. He chuckled and said, "This is indeed something that would concern a great detective."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he gradually entered a pensive state.

Just as Klein was about to say goodbye to her and go to the underground firing range, Talim suddenly looked at him and said, "Master Moriarty, may I ask you a question?

"Eh, you can charge me a consultation fee."

"This one's free. Also, just call me Sherlock." Klein laughs.

Although I have always believed that anyone who asks a question beginning with "i have friends" basically means "me alone", Talim's emotional color implies that it is not for himself. She was in a dilemma, but I couldn't see a trace of pain. After activating her Spirit Vision, Klein slightly leaned back, clasped her hands, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not a psychiatrist or anything. experts in newspapers or magazines are good at solving emotional problems.

"My only advice is not to break the law.

"Heh heh, that's a joke. First, we need to understand how this 'should' appear. Is there a feud between the families?"

Talim glanced at him and said resignedly, "No, this is not Romeo and Juliet!"

After hearing Talim's reply, Klein seemed to hear an illusionary mutter in his ear.

Author: Roselle Gustav. Author: Roselle Gustav…

Shaking his head, he apologized to Shakespeare and smiled.

"The work of Emperor Roselle is too classic. When I talk about love that I shouldn't, I don't want to think about it.

"Why aren't they together?"

Talim was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I have to keep it a secret. Sorry, let's just say I didn't ask."

A secret? It must be someone with a certain position..Fell in love with someone of the same sex? Falling in love with someone who has a blood relationship? Klein suppressed his curiosity and said with his arms stretched out, "Then I can only give you one more suggestion. Read bestsellers about passionate love like Stormwind Mountain Villa and Love and Jealousy."

Talim moved his lips several times, sighed, and said, "Huh, it can only be used as a last resort. In my opinion, the feelings that exist in those bestselling novels don't seem to occur among normal people. "

"I think so too!" Klein echoed with full agreement.

After exchanging smiles with Talim, he got up and went to the underground firing range to practice shooting and the strength of his Beyonder. When it was almost noon, he returned to the first floor and headed straight for the buffet canteen.

He had noticed before that the dishes whose supplies were limited today were red wine fried foie gras, paired with apple slices and bread soaked in butter.

After taking his meal, Klein brought his tray to the table where Talim was sitting. At that time, there was another acquaintance of his, who, in the same way, had recommended his membership. He's a surgeon, Aaron Ceres.

Before he could sit down after putting the tray down, Klein saw a stick leaning against the famous surgeon's chair.

"Aron, what's wrong?" he asked with concern.

The tall and skinny man wore gold-framed glasses and had a cold appearance. He lightly patted his right leg and said, "No, don't say that. This is really bad luck! I fell down the stairs and suffered a pretty serious fracture, so I can only fix it with plaster."

"You're really unlucky." Klein sighed in agreement, cut off a piece of foie gras, dipped it in sauce, and put it in his mouth. The aroma emitted as they melted in his mouth stimulated all of his tastes.

"I've been unlucky for a long time." Aaron nudged the frame of his glasses and rubbed his temples in passing.

He then looked at Klein, then at Talim before asking hesitantly, "Master Moriarty, are you—are you …"

"What?" Klein looked up.

Aaron lowered his voice.

"You're a famous detective. You should know a lot of people, right?"

"It's okay," Klein did not understand what Aaron was doing as he replied nonchalantly.

Aaron looked at Talim again and took a deep breath.

"Do you know someone who is like a village shaman? No, I mean, some more capable fortune teller or mysticism fan.I think ... I feel that my recent set of bad luck is too abnormal …

"i know it may be false or deceptive, but there is no other way to avoid my bad luck.I've tried to go to church, pray, donate, attend Mass, attend Mass, but it didn't work at all."

A capable astrologer and a fan of mysticism. You seem to be talking about me. Klein pondered and said, “Aaron, tell me in detail about what happened to you.”.

At his side, Talim nodded as well.

"Don't worry, I may be a person who believes in Gods, but I don't reject things about mysticism."

Aaron breathed sadly.

“There are many things. For example, making a mistake on the operating table. Having an accident in a steam locomotive.I discovered that my house had been robbed when I returned home. When I went to the hospital, I ended up falling down. down the stairs.. Do you think someone had cursed me?"

Yes, I've heard Aaron mention something like this before. Klein frowned slightly.

As a former Nighthawk, it was easy for him to attribute this description to the Closed Artifact: The Puppet of the Cloth of Misfortune!

Could it be similar? He activated his Spirit Vision and asked seriously, "Aaron, think carefully. Before the unfortunate events began to happen, one after another, did you or your family—ya, your family—have an unfortunate event?"