Traces of Lanevus
"Come out here."
Luther spoke to the soul within his body that he could not respond to. He was quite certain that this soul was not the soul of a Demigod- level powerhouse, but rather a wisp of Ms. M's remaining soul.
However, just like the result of his previous calls, the soul did not respond at all. The surrounding Flesh tightly enveloped it, and instead of tormenting it like other souls, it seemed to be protecting it.
Ah, lurking within me, are you still unwilling to simply vanish?
Luther sneered, attempting to use the Shepherd's power, extending his thoughts forward, preparing to Scourging and command that soul.
As long as you're inside me, you have to listen to me, come out honestly, and tell me everything you know!
"Knock knock knock!"
Just as Luther's thoughts were about to touch that soul, a sudden, urgent knocking came from downstairs, interrupting his actions.
Who picked such a bad time!
Luther paused, then stopped moving with a hint of annoyance. He turned, stood up, opened the door, and went down the stairs to the first floor. There, his sister was already in the porch, seemingly preparing dinner, a spoon in her hand. She glanced Consciousness at the door, the spoon held with the force of a dagger.
"Who?"
Luther raised his voice and asked. Because he had been interrupted, his tone was somewhat unpleasant.
But soon, the sound from behind the door startled him.
"Luther, it's me!"
Klein's voice rang out from behind the door, sounding somewhat urgent.
"Klein?"
Luther was taken aback. He walked to the door and opened it. Sure enough, his former colleague was standing there.
"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"
He asked.
Although Klein knew his home address, he usually communicated by letter. The fact that he had come to his door in person meant that he probably had something very urgent to tell him immediately.
"I've found Lanevus's whereabouts."
As expected, Klein's answer did not disappoint him.
"You really found it?"
Luther asked in surprise, "How did you find out?"
"Um, it's because of a case I've been investigating recently."
Klein replied, his mind involuntarily recalling what had just happened.
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A few hours ago, at 15 Minsk Street.
"Finally, a day of peace and quiet."
After getting up in the morning, washing up in the bathroom, and having breakfast of coffee, bread, and fried meat, Klein leaned back on the sofa and muttered to himself contentedly.
On Little Sun's side, with the protection of the "Angel" created by Klein, he has passed the test and should be under low-level surveillance afterward. The "All-Black Eye" has also been successfully retrieved, although it has been locked onto by the True Creator as a result. However, since it has no followers, Mr. A and his group's search will be fruitless.
Fors promptly reported the situation, yet he remained indifferent to the pursuit of the True Creator, which only aroused more awe among the members of the Tarot Club.
Besides that, he did something big last night.
That is, successfully infiltrating the Roselle Memorial Exhibition and obtaining the "Card of Blasphemy" disguised as a bookmark. The Card of Blasphemy depicts an emperor figure resembling Roselle, and its name is naturally—"The Black Emperor."
After initial research, he discovered that this Card of Blasphemy contained a complete Record of all the Potion recipes and Ritual of the Black Emperor Pathway, from Sequence 9 "The Lawyer" to Sequence 0 "The Black Emperor," all clearly documented. In addition, the card's inherent high status could enhance his soul strength, and when he embraced this card, his aura appeared like that of a true emperor.
In this way, Mr. Fool had successfully found a Pathway, and he felt more at ease being the head of the Concealment Tarot Club Society.
"I never imagined that the incantation to activate the 'Card of Blasphemy' would be the name of Emperor Roselle's daughter."
Recalling his experience of opening cards in the Gray Fog, Klein muttered to himself, "Although the Emperor had illicit relationships with many women and even tasted the flavors of Demoness, he still had deep feelings for his children."
Recalling what Luther said, his daughter, who has become a prominent figure in the world of extraordinary things, also misses her father and wants to spend time in the exhibition hall before leaving Backlund. The bond between the two can be described as very deep.
She must have been greatly traumatized when the emperor was assassinated in his later years.
Klein thought to himself.
"Clang, clang, clang."
Just as he was considering how to spend the day—whether to go to the circus to watch a real Magician perform or simply lie down and rest—his doorbell suddenly rang, its pleasant sound echoing downstairs.
Entrustment?
The GG I posted has been taken down.
Klein, dressed in a casual shirt and loose trousers, approached the door and grasped the handle.
At the same time, the image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind:
This was a tall, thin man with refined gold-rimmed glasses and a detached expression— Aaron Chris, a friend he knew from the club.
Magician's Spiritual Intuition allows him to foresee certain things to some extent.
Why is Aaron here? Didn't Detective Stanton help him find his colleague?
Klein thought to himself, and yanked open the door.
"Aaron? What brings you here?"
He disguised himself slightly, first glancing at the other person before recognizing them, and then asking with a puzzled look.
"Good morning, Sherlock. I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if you'd be at the club today, so I came directly to your house. It was a bit abrupt, please forgive me." A hint of worry lingered on Aaron's usually cold face, but he still spoke politely. "You said before that you were too busy to take on any cases, so what about now?"
"What? You haven't found your colleague yet?"
"Klein asked."
"Um"
A look of hesitation crossed Aaron's face.
Please come in.
Klein then Consciousness he had been blocking his guest at the door and quickly stepped aside. "Sit down and let's talk. Would you like something to drink?"
No need to worry about it.
Aaron walked in, shaking his head, and said, "Business comes first."
He went into the living room, sat down, and began to explain the situation to Klein.
It turned out that although Klein had introduced several Detective, including Isengard, to Aaron, these detectives had been quite busy lately. Winter had arrived in Backlund, and people had to pay extra for heating, especially in the slums. The burden of these expenses had to be met in other ways, leading to an increase in various types of crime.
Isengard couldn't personally receive Aaron; he only assigned Aaron his own assistant. However, the assistant wasn't very capable and searched for two or three days without finding any valuable clues.
"Thomas's family has given up hope, but I still wanted to do more for him," Aaron said earnestly. "So, I came to you. If you have the time, I hope you can accept my request."
"Well, if you insist, I can accept it."
Klein thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
That's great!
Aaron relaxed.
"You seem to care a lot about this colleague."
Klein took a sip of coffee and said with a smile.
"Yes, Thomas is the most responsible obstetrician I've ever met. Without him, I would feel sorry and uneasy for the mothers in birth at Backlund."
Aaron answered seriously.
Upon hearing this, Klein's smile froze.
"Obstetrics?"
He repeated it with difficulty, a bad feeling suddenly creeping into his heart.