The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 390's

On Sunday morning, shortly after Klein finished his breakfast, he heard the doorbell ring as he expected.

But to his surprise, it wasn't just Reporter Mike Joseph. Dr. Aaron was with her.

“Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night. I don't think it's normal. ” Aaron doesn't keep it a secret even with Mike around him, revealing it as he enters the living room.

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane.

“Do you think this is the problem?

"Since I found her and started taking her, I've had nightmares."

Klein indifferently glanced at him when his expression suddenly froze. If he was not a Clown in the past and had great control over his facial muscles, then he would probably reveal an unseen smile in front of reporters and doctors. Yes, a smile.

This.the paper crane is even uglier than the one I made. This is the first thought that comes to Klein's mind.

At that moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sighed.

Could having poor craft skills be a tradition of Nighthawks?

There was no doubt that the paper stork in front of him was the result of another switch. After receiving accurate information from Klein, the Nighthawks seemed to sneak into Dr. Aaron was without delay and replaced their folded paper crane with the one in his wallet.

But what they did not expect was that the one in the wallet was also a fake. It was folded by Klein above the gray fog and looked a bit rough.

I felt an inexplicable excitement. Klein glanced at Dr. Aaron, who was unaware of it, cleared his throat, and said, “Maybe.I suggest you go to the cathedral again and talk to the bishop you previously spoke to. We must believe that the gods we trust are always watching us.”

As he spoke, he drew a triangular Holy Emblem on his chest.

After Nightmare left last night, Klein specifically went above the gray fog to find out if it was dangerous to change the paper crane. The result is very safe. Thus, he can now make this suggestion with great interest, in an attempt to tempt his former comrades.

I wondered how they felt seeing the paper cranes they did not fold so well back to them. Klein calmed Dr. Aaron very seriously and turned to the reporter and said with a smile, “Mike, honestly, what I really want to advise Aaron all I have to do is go to a psychiatrist, but faith can surely calm his soul.”

"You're not being honest at all." Mike laughing. "All right come on."

The next day, Klein accompanies a Daily Observer reporter to the East Borough to interview the rescued girls.

With a full pound as payment for the interview, no one turned it down, not even a few girls were harassed.

In this interview, the sin of Capim became the main focus. The current situation of the girls is another major focus. The first makes people angry, while the second makes people feel heavy.

Daisy is actually lucky enough to get back to work when she gets home and uses her energy to barter food. Fewer than a third of them were saved like him, and most of them were the kind that had little savings at home, he said, and they are in a position that allows traumatized women to heal and have time before they find a suitable job.

As for the two-thirds of those rescued, they must continue to work hard to survive. And in the face of mass unemployment of textile workers, they can often only find temporary employment at low wages. Those with parents and siblings who did not lose their jobs were still fine; at least, they could help each other, barely filling their stomachs. Families in less optimistic situations have started to walk the streets of street girls, as if they were never saved. Their act of betraying their bodies once was probably only for some food.

This caused Mike to fall silent as before, and only when it was dark and so he left the East Borough before his spirit returned. He thanked Klein.

“Sherlock, this is all thanks to you. Otherwise, I will definitely be blackmailed today by those rogue gangsters. ”

“Isn't that why you hired me?” Klein smiled politely without any complacency.

With Old Kohler telling them earlier, Old Kohler and the Liv family did not reveal that he had helped look for Daisy for free. Especially when the smart enough Daisy was asked if she knew a relatively special person, she immediately replied, “Pak. Reporter and Mr. Detective.”

Mike nodded sluggishly and walked in silence for a long time.

Before he boarded the carriage, he suddenly sighed.

“i want to make a call in this report so that the government uses the land of Capim to prepare scholarship funds, he said, that would use the annual income to help the rescued girls and others who had been harmed by Capim to get them out of them.

“Although Capim's safe has been robbed clean by Hero Bandit, his greatest wealth is the property he bought. T-this was all supposed to be obtained illegally. ”

Klein listened carefully, looked at Mike deeply, and said with sincere praise, “You are the best reporter I have ever met.”

“There are many journalists like me. There are always idealists in this world.” Mike sighed.

With that, he paid Klein 10 pounds and took off his hat and waved it.

When he saw the reporter get into the rental train, Klein was about to take the public train the other way when Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a jibing smile, “Sherlock, he said, I'm not the only reporter you know, am I?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.

"guesses."

…

Like a trapped savage beast, Derrick Berg paced around the room anxiously.

He felt that the Chief did not pay enough attention to his report. He was worried that the members of the exploration team, who had been influenced by the Fallen Creator to an unknown degree, were, will cause devastating damage to this city that has lasted for 2,582 years in the dark after their quarantine.

In such a situation, he was eager to get the advice of the Hanged Master, Miss Justice, and her friends, who were somewhat familiar with the Fallen Creator.

This was the Tarot Gathering he was most looking forward to.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. If the Foolish Master had not called me, I would have prayed directly to him. Derrick tried to calm himself down, but his pace did not slow down in the slightest.

Suddenly, he saw an endless gray mist and heard the messiah's voice say, "Prepare for the meeting."

With a sigh of relief, Derrick sat on the edge of the bed carefully and lay down, pretending to be ready for bed due to exhaustion.

After silently counting the thousand rapid heartbeats, he waited for a while before he was engulfed by the illusory dark red light.

At that moment, Derrick's room was very quiet. Lightning streaked across the sky outside his window, keeping the darkness away from the land.

Suddenly, at the corner of his bed, a black figure wriggled and elongated, taking on a human form!

The dark figure quickly grew tall and quietly stared at Derrick.

He carefully observed it for almost a minute, then retreated without picking up anything.

In the corners, the shadows remain the same, unchanged.

…

Endless gray fog lingered under his feet as usual. The long bronze table in front of him was speckled with green rust, but it did not seem to be rotten at all. The first thing Derrick saw was Miss Justice and Miss Magician sitting opposite him. A familiar and carefree welcome sounded in his ears.

“Good day, Mr. Stupid~”

"Good day…"

Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, slightly nodded. She seemed to respond casually to Miss Justice and the other members' greetings, but in reality, she was busy manipulating the World, making it seem like a real person.

After yesterday's interview with Reporter Mike, it's dinner time. Klein went to a restaurant serving Feynapotter's cuisine, and he was so overwhelmed by his spiciness that he voluntarily ordered a cup of desert beer.

After eating his fill and returning home, he did not come out again for the rest of the day. Nor did he study the Book of Secrets or prepare his own meals. It eased the heavy emotions he felt every time he went to East Borough.

Unknowingly, the afternoon had arrived, and his mind turned to the Tarot Gathering.

After the greeting, Justice, Audrey, restrains her curiosity and excitement, and she is in no hurry to ask the truth behind the Capim incident.

Mr. Fool may not answer, but how do I know if "He" wants to answer if I don't ask? Well, I hope "He" makes a request of equal value, and I will do my best to fulfill it. Audrey looks around at the other members and observes the circumstances of the other members.

As a Telepath, he quickly discovered something strange.

Uh, The Sun looks very anxious. Did something happen to the previous exploration team captain? Did he meet Amon?

In addition, Fors was in a state of hesitation wanting to ask but did not dare. He must have seen the paper and guessed from the tarot card that our Tarot Club was involved in the death of Capim. But he was curious as to who the Emperor card represented. What the hell's going on?

Mr. Hanged Man seems to be in a very good mood. He had already finished digesting the potion.It seemed like he was anticipating something…

Mr. The world was still as gloomy and quiet as before, and it was hard to read his thoughts. He was truly an enemy of the Spectator's path…

Derrick, though, made no attempt to hide his anxiety, but he did not consult directly with other Tarot Club members.

He knew very well that the first time belonged to Mr. Fool, unless there's nothing called Roselle's diary.

No need to rush. The meeting had already begun.If Mr. Stupid was in a good mood, he might be able to answer some questions.

The Algerian looked up and humbly said, "Esteemed Madam, I've found three new pages of Roselle's diary."

A diary? Roselle's diary? Fors sharpened his ears.

Klein smiled and replied, “You want to exchange it for what?”

Glancing at the card next to Mr.'s hand. Fool, Algeria pressed his wish and said, "i wonder what card you have next to you."