The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 328's

The carriage wheel pressed down on the track as the horses dragged it. The heavy carriage continued forward, and soon, they moved away from the road as if nothing had happened.

With a normal expression, Klein held onto his cane and waited until the tracked public train passed the two stations before he got off first. He took a large detour and slowly returned to the place where the giant Demon dog had been killed.

He was not looking for the characteristics of his Beyonder, as it was impossible for the top experts of the Church to not know about this matter. They must have taken it a long time ago. He also did not investigate the source of the small snort. After all, with so much time passing by, carriages moving on the streets, and people coming and going, how could there possibly be clues left behind? Even the prophecy will fail to get an answer.

Klein's goal was to look at the fine details left along the way, and to see the nature of the Closed Artifacts that had created a strange environment for battle, he said, to prepare for what may happen in the future.

This was the Witch's acting.He sighed in silence as he walked under the gray sky, along the edge of the road marked with gas lamps.

The reason why he had to wait two stops before going down and taking a detour, was because he was worried that there would be an official Beyonder that would sweep the battlefield in secret. He didn't want to meet them, so he tried his best not to.

Klein, who was dressed modestly and holding a cane, took a while before he returned to the place where the big Demon dog had died. However, there was no trace of his presence on the road, and passers-by clearly had no idea that a fierce Beyonder battle had taken place here.

That Sealed Artifact is truly magic. This is even more powerful than large-scale hypnosis. Klein activated his Spirit Vision and slowed down his pace, like an honorable man on a walk rather than for duty.

It took over half an hour to complete his tour of the area, but his efforts with his Spirit Vision were in vain. There is nothing extraordinary about the target area.

However, Klein's spiritual perception felt one thing: his scope and limits.

When I entered the block and went from the other direction, I felt a subtle and illusory feeling, as if I were entering a different world from the other world. That is, the scope of influence of Closed Artifacts can reach at least one block, and its upper limit is temporarily unclear. Klein stood outside the target path, and nodded in thought before returning. He went to a decent cafe, ordered a cup of Southville coffee, and sat by the window.

As he drank the liquid with a rich aroma, he observed the path outside, which started to get crowded as time went on, hoping to see any changes.

Unfortunately, what he was waiting for did not happen.

Of course, he was not without benefits. At the very least, she asserted that a Witch "never performs without preparation", which is one of the rules of acting.

He felt that the characteristics of the fine deposits in his body were slightly moving.

In the evening, Klein stopped his observation and returned to Minsk Road by public carriage.

At this moment, the gas lights on both sides of the road were already lit up, illuminating the slightly wet cement ground with withered leaves falling from the trees along the road in blue.

Holding his wand, Klein walked past Lawyer Jurgen's house and walked to Unit 15.

As he walked, he suddenly thought of something. He had already spent all the materials in the house. If he came back now, he wouldn't be able to cook dinner!

Uh, should I go to the butcher shop and the fruit shop, or find a restaurant to fill my stomach first? Klein hesitated for a moment, he finally decided to take a break tonight and eat something ready-made.

Many dishes in this world are made very simply and very quickly, so it does not become a situation where an hour is spent cooking for five minutes to eat. However, there is still some work to be done. Next, he had to wash the dishes and wash his own knives and forks.

After touching his wallet, Klein turned around and walked towards the area, where according to his memory, there was a restaurant.

Once again he passed Lawyer Jurgen's house.

Standing behind the open oriel window and looking at the "confused" expression Detective Moriarty had, Jurgen raised his voice and said, "Mr Moriarty, do I mean, did you forget your keys again? Or did you drop your keys?"

Why did he say "again?" Klein replied with a chuckle, "No, not really."

Jurgen earnestly nodded his head.

"Then why didn't you come to my place?

"You can come back when it's really dark after we have dinner."

… Klein hesitated for a moment and smiled.

"It's going to be my honor."

When he entered, the black cat, Brody, was licking its paws in the corner. Jurgen did not make much pleasantries as he stepped into the kitchen.

After Klein hung up his coat and hat and put away his black stick, he stepped into the dining room and saw that the table was already filled with blackened—steak food and mashed potatoes of the same color.

He wasn't surprised by this. This is how Mrs Doris, the grandmother of Lawyer Jurgen, cooked in her old age. The food doesn't look appetizing, but it tastes good.

He was a good chef. Klein sat down in front of Jurgen, smiling and making small talk.

"Are you going to dinner?"

"Yes, it's my habit to see the scenery outside before eating. It allowed my mind to spread indefinitely." Jurgen spread out his napkin and took his fork and knife.

Klein looked around in confusion and asked, "Where is Madam Doris?"

Jurgen sighed and replied seriously, "The weather is getting colder. His chronic lung problems returned, so he had no choice but to be hospitalized for a while."

"May God bless him." Klein drew the triangular Holy Coat of Arms of the Steam God Church and the Machine on his chest in an unusual manner.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of a problem and hurriedly asked, "So, you prepared dinner?"

"of course. It was done a few minutes ago," Jurgen replied briefly.

If it wasn't the work of a great chef, Mrs Doris, then this meal. He endured the fear in his heart and still bit off a small piece of steak on his silver fork, slowly chewing it.

His brows furrowed slightly as he forcefully swallowed the food. He squeezed out a smile as he asked, "Why did you prepare the two servings earlier?"

"One serving was prepared to be taken to the hospital for my grandmother." Jurgen glanced at Klein. "I'll make another one later."

"… So that's how it is." To be polite, Klein quietly took a deep breath and steeled himself as if preparing to fight with the food in front of him and finished it.

By the time he was done, Jurgen still had a little left over. The senior lawyer put down his fork and knife, took a glass beside him, took a sip of red wine, and asked expressionlessly, "How is it?

"What food do you like best?

"i know there's still a big gap between my skills and my grandmother's, but it shouldn't be too exaggerated."

Mr. Lawyer, I suspect you have a problem with your sense of taste other than facial myopathy? Klein smiled, moved his head from left to right, and said, "The white bread is not bad."

"It was bought from Dodge's bakery." Jurgen buried his head back and finished the rest of his meal.

After drinking the remaining wine, he thought for a moment and said, "Detective Moriarty, I want to entrust you with a simple task."

"What's that?" Klein continued to drink water.

Mashed potatoes are too salty!

"My grandmother's been in the hospital lately. I may not be able to return because of my case. This is gonna starve Brody." Jurgen glanced at the black cat. "I want you to feed Brody when I don't come back, clean his sandbox, and play with him for a while. He likes to be scratched under the chin. Yeah, every night at ten, if there's no light in the house and it's dark, you can go in, two soli every time, until my grandmother gets home."

Klein saw a serious and polite expression on Jurgen's face. He smiled and said, "It's a simple task. The gift is quite generous. I have no reason to refuse it."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the black cat Brody and smiled at him.

Brody slowly turned his body and faced Klein with his back.

Klein's smile could not help but freeze on his face.

…

After drinking the filling, Klein withdrew from Jurgen's place. He walked back to his rented house on a completely dark street.

By this time, the people who had finished their work had already returned home and were enjoying their dinner. There were very few pedestrians on the streets and not many carriages. It was so quiet.

Walking under the gas lamp light, Klein, who had no urgent desire to return, slowed down. So did the black shadow on his feet.

As he passed by Sammers, he saw through the oriel window that the interior was brightly lit. People moved back and forth, and the sounds of chatter and laughter could be heard.

As for next door, 15 Minsk Street, dark and silent.

Sighing, Klein sped up his pace, took out his key, and opened the door.

Before he entered, he checked the mailbox out of habit and found another letter lying inside.

Who sent it? Klein took out the letter and glanced at it under the light of the street lamp.

There were no stamps. It seemed to be the handwriting of Isengard Stanton.

The great detective Isengard said in the letter:

"… I'm very happy to tell you that the murderer has been found and killed on the spot.

"Police think that our work is worth at least half of the reward. They should have melted it to me this week. When that happens, I'll invite you and our other friends to come and share this gift."

…

Isengard received the news so quickly? He actually had a close relationship with the Backlund police. It meant that he asked someone to send it in person. The postal system of the Loen Kingdom was not very efficient. How could a letter sent in the afternoon arrive at night? Klein sighed, put down the letter, and got ready to change into new clothes before leaving.

With no serial murders and the situation in Backlund winding down, he could try to do a few things.

For example, find the Kaspars at the Bravehearts Bar and contact Maric to see if the Beyonder can control the zombies and Miss Sharron has a book on mysticism.

If my guess is correct, they must be the defectors from the Rose School of Thought. They were previously in official organizations, and they should know a lot of knowledge of mysticism. And now, I have enough money to buy it! Klein touched his wallet and thought in anticipation.