The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 345

 "you can confirm it before you pay." The hooded Eye of Wisdom walked straight to Klein and handed him the dark golden brooch.

Very generous ... Klein reached out to pick it up, but before he could examine it carefully, he felt his surroundings become extremely hot, even the wind felt like it had been ignited. Once it gets into his nose, it will spread to his lungs.

At this moment, he seemed to have left behind the cold and damp Backlund, finding himself in the desert and wilderness, right in the middle of the Northern Continent. Hanging on it was a sun that emitted endless light and heat, and around it was an extremely dry and boundless yellow sand.

Phew, it makes me want to eat ice cream. Sweat slowly seeps from Klein's forehead, but under the iron mask, the liquid cannot fall freely. It can only stick in place.

Through direct contact, he could feel a pure and warm power gushing out, but the surrounding Beyonders were not affected in the slightest.

After fixing the brooch in place, Klein released his spirituality and inserted it into the dark golden surface.

With an explosion, he saw the sky filled with dancing dots of pure golden light as he received a lot of information.

This included how to use some spells in the Sun domain with the help of a brooch.

Most important of all is the trick to inject spirituality and the corresponding activation spell!

One of them included giving the brooch spirituality for two seconds, allowing it to summon a beam of holy light that descended from the sky to purify the undead and deal certain damage to the other targets.

The continuous supply of spirituality for five seconds, along with the use of the word "Sun" in ancient Hermes, would create a small amount of the Sun's Holy Water, which would drive away evil spirits, driving away the cold, and so on, and purify ghosts.

In addition to the difference between strength and time interval, other related spells could also be used.

Fire of Light was a holy, concentrated fire that suddenly emerged from thin air only through the mind. The Cleave of Purification was an effective attack against ghosts, and it could also be used to add bullets. The Immunity Horror made the wearer no longer feel fear. The Holy Oath is used to temporarily strengthen one's strength, agility, fire damage, and sacred damage through the appropriate chanting of ancient Hermes terms. Sun Halo targeted the comrades who were within twenty meters of him. It can effectively increase their courage and purify the evil energy within their body.

Not bad. Other than not being strange enough, he did not have too many flaws. It complements my Witch abilities well. Just a little hot. Klein's mind is filled with fantasies about her in short-sleeved clothes.

He rolled up his robe, took out a pile of money from his inner pocket. Along with the 900 pounds he had just received from the woman with the Artisan supporting him, he counted 2,000 pounds in cash before handing it over to the Eye of Wisdom attendant.

After counting three times and finally making sure that there was no mistake, Klein looked at his rapidly shrinking wallet, feeling both happy and sad at the same time.

The money he had painstakingly saved had been reduced to 574 pounds and five gold coins.

However, he also obtained a second mystical item. The number of side effects was clearly less than Master Key. It was a more prominent mystical object, the Sun Brooch!

The only drawback was that it was too hot. Klein reached out and touched his iron mask, and he almost took it off to start using it to fan himself.

With the reduction in his funds, Klein stopped considering the idea of buying anything. He just sat there quietly, listening until the end of the meeting.

Driven by a massive 2,000-pound deal, the evening's meeting was relatively festive. For example, a whip woven from the feathers of the Holy Sun Bird sold for 850 pounds. Eye of Wisdom also made several purchases, buying ancient books and Beyonder materials.

When the meeting ended, the Eye of Wisdom scanned the room and looked at Klein. He said with a laugh, "You'll be the first to leave."

Was she afraid someone would rob me. Klein thanked her sincerely and walked out of the living room under the guidance of the attendant. He then impatiently took off his hooded robe and iron mask.

He had already tried to use his spirituality to wrap and seal the Sun Brooch. It prevents it from constantly purifying the environment and prevents its existence from being discovered by other Beyonders. However, the negative effects cannot be attenuated, unless they are not in the person.

In order to ensure my mental health, I should only use it if necessary. I can usually rely on purification bullets and exorcism bullets… Klein left the gathering place and took a long detour before arriving outside the Bravehearts Bar.

He entered, circled the area, and quickly got out again and rented a carriage.

Not surprisingly, she quickly saw the figure in the black grand dress deciphering herself before her.

Sharron's appearance did not change at all. He asked in a refined voice, "Are you done with your preparations?"

“Yes, you can choose the location and time of the ambush. Let me know after you confirm the details. ” Klein nodded calmly.

Sharron looked at him and said, "Okay."

Seeing that he was about to disappear, Klein added, "Have the Kaspars prepare a box of explosives and bury him throughout the planned battlefield."

Sharron was silent for two seconds before he said, "Steve is also a demolition expert."

"No, my ultimate goal is not to destroy anyone." Klein smiled. "I just want to light the fireworks."

Sharron stared at him for a few seconds, then he nodded.

Watching her figure fade away quickly, Klein leaned against the wall and opened the window, letting the bone-chilling wind in, but she still felt hot.

Back on Earth, I hated summer the most. Hmm, I like popsicles, ice cream, cold drinks, watermelon. As she muttered, Klein reached into her pocket and held the Sun Brooch.

This is a mystical item worth 2,000 pounds!

Returning to Minsk Street, Klein walked slowly along the tree-lined road to Unit 15.

When he passed Lawyer Jurgen's house, he subconsciously looked inside and saw a gas lamp with a somewhat blue light.

There was someone at home .. Klein laughed with a sigh, his forehead constantly covered in sweat.

Early the next day, on Thursday morning.

Klein had just walked out of the bathroom with a newspaper in hand when he heard the doorbell ring.

Who'sisthis? Right, Talim mentioned that Reporter Mike Joseph would come to me today. Amidst the clink of the bell, Klein came to the door and grabbed his handle.

The visitor's image naturally appeared in his mind:

He was about thirty years old, with a black wool coat and a matching half-top hat. He had thin eyebrows, charming blue eyes, and a handsome mustache. But his skin is a bit rough. He's none other than Daily Observer reporter Mike Joseph.

“Good morning, Mik. Talim told me about you, ”Klein opened the door and greeted him.

He did not hesitate to throw the Sun Brooch over the gray fog.

Mike Joseph pulled out his bow tie and said, "Sorry for bothering you this early, but I have business to do later."

"i see," Klein said politely, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want to try my toast? ”

Mike suddenly smiled.

“I'm sorry, it would be very good for you.

“If possible, can I also have a cup of hot coffee. Milk can also. I noticed that you order fresh milk. ”

"… Good." Klein smiled in response.

He busied himself with toast, poured milk, took out a can of butter, and sat down, eating without a word.

Opposite him, Mike enjoys his breakfast without holding back, unaware of the silence.

Phew. Klein sighed and put down his cup.

"Mike, you want to hire me to protect you?"

Mike put down his knife and fork slowly and took a sip of milk.

“Yes, about two days, Friday and Saturday, maybe even Sunday morning.”

"Who wants to hurt you?" Klein asked thoughtfully.

Mike chuckled and said, “No, this is just a proactive form of self-protection.

“The newspaper editor arranged for me to conduct an investigation in the East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district. It is said that it was sponsored by some Church or nobility.

“As you know, gangs are rampant in East Borough. There are thugs everywhere, and there are people who are willing to betray their conscience just foraging.I need bodyguards who are good at fighting and shooting.

"And most private detectives have certain connections in the East Borough, don't they?"

I do not... I rely on metaphysics to solve cases, not—reduction! Klein thought for a moment and said, "But I may not have time in the next few days."

I have to see when Miss Sharron will take action.

Mike cleared his throat and said, “I've applied for ten pounds. This protection mission would amount to ten pounds, even if nothing happened. ”

Klein laughed a little.

“Mike, I'm serious.

“Tomorrow hours soon, oh—come after breakfast to find me. If I had made use of it myself, I would have taken this commission. If I'm really busy, then I'll introduce you to another detective. They are also good at fighting and shooting.”

For example, Stuart or Kaslana.

Mike finished the rest of his toast and said, "That's not going to be a problem."

After breakfast, Klein watched the journalist leave his home and marveled at the freezing rain scene outside through the oriel— windows of passing trains and pedestrians, dark skies, and colorful umbrellas.

Finally, the normal mission.It doesn't involve Beyonders nor does it have anything to do with finding cats and catching adulterers. It's unfortunate that it's not a commission on murder cases or anything like that. Otherwise, I will be able to feel what it is like to be a true detective.There is always only one truth 1! Klein's mind wandered aimlessly as he felt an inexplicable sense of indifference.

If not for the fact that she was still worried about the situation regarding Sharron and Maric, she planned to relax completely, visit all kinds of museums, buy tickets to the big theater, listen to some operas and musicals, he said, and enjoy delicious food from various countries that have gathered in the city of Backlund.

Well, I'm an ordinary tourist, a lonely gourmet.Klein laughed self-deprecatingly, turned around, and walked towards the sofa, intending to look through the unfinished newspaper he had read.

Suddenly, he saw a piece of paper appear on the coffee table. The handwriting is elegant and closed: “Tonight is 10 o'clock. We'll meet at the back door of Bravehearts Bar.”

Klein was stunned for a moment. He turned his head to look out the window, sighed, and said, Did this finally start …