The Lord Of The Mysteries

Drafts

Fors flips through the calendar on his desk and uses a pen to mark the date of the upcoming full moon.

He had decided that, as soon as he heard the terrible illusory chatter, he would call out the name of the Fool and pass the painful minutes over the gray mist.

Life was completely filled with things to look forward to. He closed the novel in his hand, ready to turn off the wall-mounted iron grating gas lamp.

At that moment, a glint appeared before Fors' eyes. He looked at the boundless gray fog and the tall figure living in the magnificent ancient palace, as well as a man who was praying solemnly.

When the voice reached his ears, he almost jumped up, feeling worried as well as excited.

The Trickmaster formula that I have been searching for so hard for so many years has been found just like that?

I participated in so many different Beyonder meetings and failed to find any clues about the Trickmaster formula; however, it has been discovered just like that?

And it hasn't even been a week since I made the request!

I-it's the Tarot Club. As expected, this is not something that can be compared to an ordinary Beyonder meeting! Fors sighed with emotion, and held back his excitement and excitement as he carefully replied, "Fool Master, is the formula genuine?"

"Yes." Yeah." The idiot, who was sitting in the high back seat and looking down, replied calmly.

Fors suddenly clenched his fists and secretly pumped them to his waist twice. Almost without hesitation, he asked, "That's the World Lord, right?

"Please tell him that I'll find what he needs as soon as possible."

When the gray fog disappeared and it was all over, Fors remained stunned for two seconds. He could not help his excitement as he stood to pacing around in his room.

Sun Domain, a good item in purification and exorcism. But they were bought by someone else. They might not be willing to offer it anymore. Yes, at the meeting of Lord A, Xio had hired a devotee of the Eternal Blazing Sun to perform purification and exorcism rituals. He is at least Order 7, and he must have a relevant item. Or maybe, he caught a key clue for them. Although Mr. World promised to pay the difference, I might not be able to find the amount needed for the initial payment.

He now had 370 pounds in cash, most of which was earned from what Viscount Glaint had paid for the Pharmacist formula. He also has 510 pounds in his bank account, which adds up to almost 900 pounds.

As for something similar, the price could reach 2,000 pounds, while the cheapest one might cost 500 to 600 pounds; however, it might not be the kind of item Mr. needed. World.... What if I find a suitable item but do not have enough money? Getting a loan from a bank, or a loan from usury with a higher interest rate? As long as everything goes well, then when Mr. World paid the difference, my debt will be easily repaid.Maybe I can borrow from Miss Audrey for a few days. He usually never cared about money, so he would definitely not attract interest.Fors quickly found a solution.

Back then, Xio, who had gone to a secluded place at night to practice his fighting skills, returned to their rented two-bedroom apartment. Seeing that the lights in his room were still on, he knocked on the door and asked, "Did you work all night to write the beginning of your new book?

"Eh, Fors, you look so happy. Did the publisher raise your rates?"

"No, no. No." Fors was slightly startled before he forced a smile. "i just received a piece of information that was supposedly a clue about the Trickmaster potion formula."

"really? Your wait has finally paid off!" Xio was completely unaware of Fors' hidden peculiarity.

Seeing his good friend so happy for him, Fors couldn't help but sigh to himself.

I've been a member of a secret organization. Since then, I have taken on a fate that requires me to constantly hide and lie to my friends …

Is this the price—one of many—to be paid?

…

Saturday morning. Klein once again visited the Leppard Inventor at St. George Borough's Sird Street.

Since the bike had not been patented, he paid only the last twenty pounds and urged Leppard not to rush to talk about his next investment and partnership until he got the patent.

On this point, Leppard strongly agreed. He has been cheated twice before for the same reason — before getting the patent, once the potential investor he has contacted has fully understood his product, he said, he was kicked to the side to watch potential investors bribe the patent office and obtain the patent first.

After leaving Leppard's place, Klein arrived at Isengard Stanton's place in Hillston Borough at the appointed time. It was a dark and gloomy house.

Today is the day that the reward for the serial murder will be melted!

Walking through the living room and into the activity room, Klein saw two detectives he was more familiar with, Kaslana and Stuart, and sat down next to the latter.

"Sherlock, how much do you think we'll get this time? It should be nothing less than protecting Adol. Of course, I didn't do much, so what I could accept would be limited. Emperor Roselle once said, 'the more plowing and weeding, the better the harvest.'" Stuart clenched his fists and glued them to his bearded chin.

Klein guessed with interest.

"The breakdown may reach several hundred pounds, and even the lowest will not be less than 10 pounds."

And I am the one who will get the higher end of the split. If Isengard Stanton's words are as credible as he explains.

At that moment, Isengard in white, brown robed, with white hair at the temple and a thin contoured face, entered the activity room while carrying his trademark pipe. As the fireplace lit up, he sat down on the recliner and said with a smile, "Gentlemen and ladies.

"i just got back from the Backlund police station. They acknowledge our contribution, and they think we have been instrumental in solving this case.

"Although we did not participate in the next arrest, we were still able to earn half of the reward.

"This is considered a pretty good gift, even in Backlund. A single detective must have zero— chargesnot to eat or drink, and even resorted to sleeping on the streets— for four or five years to collect this amount."

The atmosphere in the living room instantly became relaxed. Everyone was filled with anticipation about the reward they would receive.

Even Klein was no exception as he guessed the amount Isengard would give him.

It should be at least a hundred pounds, right? whispered in silence.

Isengard sucked his pipe, narrowed his eyes, and said in a satisfied tone, "Everyone, thank you for your trust in me. Now I'm going to do the separation.

"The biggest contributor this time around is Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The ideas and thoughts he gave us have allowed us to find more clues and put us on the right track. He's a true expert in deduction!

"Mrs Kaslana can attest to this. I still have a few letters from Detective Moriarty, and anyone in doubt can check on them."

He did not actually call himself the greatest contributor. Klein turned to the great detective, Isengard Stanton, and looked at him from a different point of view.

No wonder he has such authority in detective circles!

Seeing that there was no objection, Isengard nodded and said, "i declare that Detective Sherlock Moriarty will be given 300 pounds!"

Soon, the detectives in the activity room whispered.

From time to time they stared at Klein, as if they had finally recognized the brilliant detective Mr. Klein praised. Stanton as the deduction expert.

What a generous man, a just man .. Klein grinned and ended up not acting humble.

In second place were Isengard himself and Kaslana, who each received 160 pounds, while the other detectives split the remaining 380 pounds depending on their respective contributions. Even the lowest received 15 pounds, equivalent to three or four weeks of their usual income. This is the advantage of handling a big case with a high bounty.

Stuart, who gained forty pounds, was thrilled to have just observed for two days. Furthermore, the subject he observed ended up not being the final confirmed suspect.

Of course, he also had to pay a portion of forty pounds—all the informants and maids involved in the matter had to be paid.

After distributing the gifts, Stuart suddenly recalled something. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said to Klein, "Sherlock, I recently received a missing person assignment that paid a lot. Try using your resources and help me pay attention. If that man is found, I won't forget your part."

"Sure, no problem," Klein replied indifferently.

Stuart handed him a piece of paper and said, "This is this guy. He's been missing for almost two weeks.

"Because he's engaged in some inappropriate behavior or maybe even nearly committed a crime, the client doesn't want us to seek police help."

Klein slightly nodded and unfolded the folds of the paper. He saw a black-and-white photograph made through lithography.

It was a man with hair that was combed backwards in a slanted style, and there was a certain elegance in his modesty.

He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He had a handsome appearance, but there was an aura of arrogance hidden between his eyes. His nose was high, and his lips were thin.

"Right, the name is.." Stuart recalled and said, "Emlyn White."

Emlyn White. Klein suddenly turned to look at Stuart.

"Aah!"

Isn't that the name of the vampire imprisoned in the basement by Father Utravsky?

…

At Duke Negan's mansion, Audrey, who was invited to a tea party, listened to her mother and Duchess Della chat about the noble matters with a slightly bored expression on her face.

His eyes swept over the three-layer shelf, unique-style muffins, cakes, and other delicacies. He felt that he had indulged himself recently, so he lightly picked up his cup and sipped on the black tea.

After a while, she woke up apologetically and, accompanied by the maid, went to the bathroom.

As soon as he came out, he met a tall middle-aged woman with slender eyebrows and a graceful appearance.

It was the younger sister of Duchess Della, wife of the hereditary viscount, Lady Norma.

After exchanging formalities, Norma looked at Audrey and said with a chuckle, "I hear our beautiful young lady is very interested in mysticism?"

He mentions mysticism. Could it be that someone from the Psychological Alchemist was here to test me? Audrey immediately entered her state as a Telepath. A little embarrassed, he lowered his head and replied, "Yes."