The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 373

Old Kohler seemed to be a little afraid of his ferocity as he subconsciously took a step back.

"Liv, this is detective, and he wants to help you find Daisy."

Liv's wrinkled and chipped face turned towards Klein and said coldly, "We've made a police report."

Although he might be in his thirties, he looked to be in his fifties.

Klein looked around the room where many wet clothes were hung. He vaguely remembered the last time he was here. There was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, carefully holding a homemade coarse iron to iron the clothes that were tangled from hanging to dry. His hands are full of burns.

She was the "lost" Daisy. Klein looked back at the laundry maid, Liv, and said in a neutral tone, "Do you believe that the East Borough police will really be looking for Daisy?

"Are you sure the people who caused Daisy 'missing' won't notice your family?

"Do you want to lose another princess after losing one?"

When those cruel yet heart-wrenching words reached Liv's ears, the indifferent expression on her face slowly faded. He became agape, but he could not say anything. The corner of his eyes gradually turned red.

He suddenly lowered his head and muttered to himself in pain and despair, "i have no money …"

The room suddenly became quiet. Even the sobbing girl did not make a sound anymore.

Klein pursed his lips and sighed in silence.

"i sometimes do volunteer work, just to help others. Heh heh, I haven't done it in a long time, so please give me a chance."

"Voluntary work?" Liv raised her head and pondered that sentence.

Klein slightly nodded and replied, "The work will be done pro bono. No, it's not completely free either. Kindness will give me great satisfaction.

"Since you don't have any other solution, why not give it a try?"

Liv was silent for a moment. He raised his hand, which had been wrinkled from being soaked in water for a long time, wiped his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Detective Master, you … you're a really good and nice guy …"

His voice was suddenly choked by sobs.

"… This is what happened— at noon yesterday, during the day, Daisy delivered the washed laundry under Freja. It was just outside the East Borough, and they had to cross several roads.

"To rush back for lunch, Freja has chosen a secluded alley, but a momentary distraction makes her realize that Daisy, who is following her, has left.

"He retraced his route but never found Daisy, and Daisy has not returned.

"Where did this happen, Freja?"

The girl named Freja was already standing up, her eyes were red and swollen.

He sobbed and said, "Here, here, at Broken Axe Lane, Mr. Detective. Is Daisy gonna be okay?"

"Maybe," Klein replied without much expression.

He looked around and asked, "Do you have something that Daisy often brings? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of smell and can be used to find a person based on the scents left behind."

"… No," Liv thought for a moment and said with a sad expression.

Freja once again shed tears. He felt as if the situation had turned into despair once again.

Suddenly, he blinked and said, "Wait, there's something.

"Daisy's vocabulary book!"

"Vocabulary book?" ask old Kohler.

Liv snorted and said, "I had Freja and Daisy attend free school at night. I can keep washing clothes, but they can't always do the same."

This woman was an excellent mother. Klein could only sigh.

Free classes offered at night are organized by three major Churches or some charitable organizations. From eight to ten in the evening, the school is free of charge and will even provide stationery and some papers. It was an education that was blind to necessity, and at most involved some religious knowledge. Klein had heard Old Neil mention that he had been a teacher for the Church of the Goddess Overnight for several years.

Because very few people volunteer to become teachers at these free schools, a unique method of teaching is created. Teachers will arrive early, gather some of the students who have the best academic progress, inspire them with content for the class of the day, and then assign them to teach a different class. The teacher will watch, correct the mistakes. It's called "tutorial system."

In keeping with the free class is a free organization such as a technical workshop worker, which is completely accessible to the poor, and one of the few outlets to get out of poverty.

Unfortunately, there are too few similar organizations, and it is difficult for them to play a significant role.

At this moment, the sobbing Freja added, "Daisy really likes to learn. He was made a class teacher by his teacher. He would compile the vocabulary words he had copied and hug them in his bed every day. He would wake up early in the morning and go to the street to read it out under the dawn light. He always felt regretful because there were no street lights around here.”.

As she spoke, Freja rushed back to the bed and pulled out a pile of crumpled paper from under the tattered pillow.

Due to being in a humid environment for a long time, the words copied on it had already been smeared.

The edges of the sheet of paper were already worn, as if it had been flipped over by someone for a long time.

"Detective Sir, a-is this okay?" Freja handed Klein the so-called vocabulary book, which had no ties at all, and anxiously asked.

"Yes" Klein replied very simply.

He wasn't trying to cheer Freja up. Although it was not the kind of item Daisy had brought along the entire time, it was something that had accompanied her all along. Moreover, it had been projected with Daisy's strong will. It's great to use it as dowsing to look for it.

Liv and Freja could not find the words to describe their feelings. All they could do was watch as Klein and Old Kohler left, repeating the words "thank you", "thank you, Mr. Detective", and "thank you, good man."

After leaving the apartment, Klein turned to Old Kohler and said, "You should pay attention to the female textile workers who have lost their jobs, especially those who do not find a new job or become street girls, and pay more attention to those who have gone to an unknown place…

"Please look at your own safety. Less asking and more listening. If you do well, you will get a bonus."

"Good!" Old Kohler nodded heavily.

He didn't say goodbye immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in a hopeful tone, "you'll find Daisy, won't you, Mr Detective?"

"i can only say that I will do my best." Klein did not give any guarantees.

The old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly.

"i lost my son, so I really don't want to see this kind of thing happen …"

He waved his hand and walked towards another road.

Klein leaves the area in a casual step, wrapping Daisy's "vocabulary book" around the stick head and, without drawing attention, finishing "Finding Dowsing Stems."

There's results. Towards the northwest, for now, it is impossible to ascertain whether I have any interference or misdirection… He looked down at the direction where the stick was going to fall and stretched out his palm to stabilize it.

According to the revelation, Klein went all the way from the East Borough and rented a rental car.

Half an hour later, the train, which occasionally changed directions, stopped at Iris Street, near Cherwood Borough and West Borough. It stopped in front of a house with a spacious lawn, a spacious garden, a small fountain square, and a marble statue.

At this moment, Klein's wand had fallen inside the carriage and was directed straight towards it!

Through the window, Klein could see guards patrolling inside the gate and vicious dogs with tongues coming out.

The security inside is pretty tight.

More importantly, even without using divination, his spiritual intuition made him feel that there was a great danger hidden within!

What is this place? How could Daisy's disappearance involve such a dangerous place? Klein thought for a few seconds, then he told the carriage driver to keep going.

The carriage driver replied with a slight surprise, "Master, aren't you here to visit Mr Capim?"

The captain? The name sounded very familiar to Klein.

He smiled and asked, "Why do you think so?"

“There will always be people from the East Borough riding my train all the way here. Heh heh, this is the home of the rich and powerful Mr. Capim,” replied the train driver casually.

East Borough. Capim. Tycoon. Klein suddenly remembered who Capim was.

There were many rumors that he was the leader of a bloody criminal organization covered in blood. He was involved in the disappearance of many innocent girls!

And in reality, he was a tycoon who knew some important figures.

Without a word, Klein leaned against the wall and half closed his eyes.

The horse carriage slowly moved forward. The luxurious villa was left behind as it disappeared from the window.

…

In a small room in a coffee shop.

Fors already knew that the old man opposite him was named Lawrence Nord, who was from the Midseashire Constant City and was a public school teacher.

She had no idea that Ms. Aulisa's husband was dead, or that Ms. Aulisa had inherited her estate and become a Beyonder, let alone know that Ms. Aulisa had left her relics to me… Could he be a Beyonder too? Does he have the ability to be divine? After sipping Fermo's coffee, she arranged her words and said, "i am a doctor at the nearby Yosifov Clinic, and Mrs Aulisa visits me often. That's when her husband, Mr. Laubero, died …

"… Sometimes I accompany her to chat with her and help her do things like…

"So in the end, he made a will, gave me his savings and cash. He donated jewelry, books, furniture, and other items to charity. This was done under the supervision of the law firm assigned to him."

Fors is telling the truth, but not the whole thing.

Lawrence pinched his forehead and said, "It's a pity. I don't understand why Aulisa hasn't contacted me in years."

"He didn't mention your name. He was vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Laubero's family," Fors replied bluntly.

Lawrence paused for a moment before saying, "Thank you for telling me. It makes me understand certain things."

"By the way, where are Laubero and Aulisa buried?"

"Grimm Cemetery." Fors took out a pocket watch and looked at it before saying, "Master Lawrence, I still have things to watch out for. I have to go."

Lawrence did not stop him. He got up and saw her go.

After sitting down again, he rubbed his temple sadly and quietly muttered to himself, Laubero is dead, and he left no child, no child, and I don't know what Aulisa did to her Beyonder characteristics.Richard died at the hands of the Order of Aurora.Sam didn't even want to contact us at all, not interested in taking responsibility on behalf of the family…

Will Abraham's family slowly disappear like this?