In the cramped room of the City of Silver.
" The Sun " Derrick Berg sat on the edge of the bed, quietly reflecting on the Seven Gods information he had obtained this time.
The names of the gods he had never heard of before, and the seemingly plausible ancient myths, all pointed him to a new world completely different from the region where City of Silver was located.
"Is it a land not abandoned by the gods? Or rather, a land protected by a new god?" Derrick sat motionless in the darkness, with flashes of lightning occasionally streaking across the window, bringing intense light.
He slowly focused his thoughts on the powers wielded by the Seven Gods, comparing them with ancient deities such as the " Dragon of Imagination " Ankewelt:
"The so-called 'God of War' is very similar to the Giant King Ormir; the 'Lord of Storms' has similar authority to the Elf King Suniasolem; and the 'Goddess of Night' seems to be a combination of the Wolf King Fregra and the vampire progenitor Lilith. No similarity can be found with the Eternal Sun, the Earth Mother, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, or the God of Steam and Machinery..."
"I didn't listen carefully enough in class about myths and legends, and I missed a lot of things..."
"Phew, while there's no patrol duty, I'll go to the Spire Library and look through some materials."
Derrick abruptly stood up and acted on his idea.
His problem is also the problem of the vast majority of residents of City of Silver. When receiving general education, the focus is on practical courses such as " Devil, Monster Classification, Charm Studies, and Extraordinary Fundamentals," and on knowledge that can be used to deal with Monster in the depths of darkness and increase the production of edible plants. However, when listening to supplementary subjects such as "Mythology," they are often not focused enough.
If it weren't for the fact that the history of City of Silver could unite the residents and enhance their sense of honor and mission— Council of Six was very strict in this regard— Derrick believed he could only remember the events of the last two or three decades at most.
Picking up his " Hurricane Axe," Derrick stepped out of his house and walked along the clean, simple, but ancient and mottled cobblestone path until he reached the Twin Towers in the north of the city.
One of the Twin Towers has a spire that serves as City of Silver's library, merit exchange point, and distribution center for daily necessities; the other has Round Tower that belongs to the " Council of Six," a legendary artifact that has sustained City of Silver for over two thousand years, and is also a warehouse for recipes and materials.
Upon entering the spire, Derrick went straight to the third floor and, based on his memory, found the bookshelves displaying mythological materials and corresponding ancient books.
He had just taken a liking to a book about creation myths and was about to pull it out when he noticed a long, slender hand with fair skin and a beautiful shape snatch it away first.
Derrick followed the arm's direction, glanced at it only once, then lowered his head, placed his hand on his chest, and greeted him in a deep voice:
"Hello, Elder Lovia."
The one who took the book was none other than Lovia, the " Shepherd," a member of the " Council of Six."
Lovia wore a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns, and her thick, slightly curly silver-gray hair was draped over her shoulders.
Her face was smooth and fair, with striking and beautiful features. She looked to be in her early thirties, and her pale gray eyes seemed to pierce through one's soul.
"Hmm." In response to Derrick's greeting, Lovia nodded slightly, said nothing more, and silently took the book and left between the two rows of bookshelves.
Elder Lovia seemed to have returned to normal, unlike before when she would switch between different states erratically, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes snorting angrily, sometimes indifferent... Derrick subconsciously had this thought.
Suddenly, he felt inexplicably afraid.
Because Elder Lovia is back to normal...
It's back to normal...
After going through all the files, Klein found no record of any animals.
It is clear that the initial investigation overlooked this issue.
"Hmm, I need to remember my previous thoughts. I can't recklessly investigate on my own. Putting aside whether I have enough special abilities to avoid the ' Devil's' premonition and grasp of danger, just the possibility of encountering responsible Nighthawks is a very troublesome matter. My goal has always been to provide assistance, analyze the case, make guesses, and judge the authenticity of clues..." Klein pondered the question of what he should do.
Having learned about the " Devil's" abilities, he dared not entrust Stuart with the investigation into whether the previous suspects had pets, as this could very well lead to Stuart's death.
"This is just a preliminary, untargeted investigation. Stuart shouldn't run into any trouble. The ' Devil ' isn't Aurora Order those Lunatic from the Aurora Society; they won't expose themselves on their own. Stuart should be able to submit his report by tomorrow or the day after. Perhaps it contains clues that others can't detect." Klein stood up and paced back and forth in the living room with his hands in his pockets.
His current dilemma is how to get the main investigators to also consider animals.
Asking directly is definitely out of the question, as that would arouse suspicion. Subtly guiding the conversation too obviously is also the same... Sigh, I'm not an " Spectator," I don't have that kind of extraordinary ability... Klein thought carefully and deliberated thoroughly before finally deciding on a plan.
He pulled out a letter, gripped the pen, and wrote quickly:
"Dear Mr. Stanton:"
"I've thought of a problem. When the Detective discussed it before, they all thought that the killer's movements were very skillful, without any trace of clumsiness, and very experienced. They believed that this could not have been innate, but must have been based on a wealth of experience, such as a surgical student in medical school or a butcher in a butcher shop."
"I used this to speculate that he might have committed similar cases before, which is one direction of the investigation and also my current focus."
"But after thinking about it repeatedly over the past two days, I think this is incomplete. Perhaps he didn't gain experience by killing people."
"Is it possible that he practiced on pitiful animals? Live, different kinds of animals?"
"The number of animals that die in Backlund every day is countless, and those that disappear into the depths of the sewers are even more unknown. They make excellent practice subjects."
These are just my initial thoughts, and I hope to discuss them with you.
" Sherlock Moriarty."
Klein didn't directly mention that the killer might be Devil animal, but instead used it as a pretext to practice, hoping that Isengard Stanton would draw attention to the neglected "animal world" and thus alert the responsible officials Beyonder.
As he wrote, he suddenly realized that this was also a direction he could take.
The reason that " Devil " has not been captured is because it spends most of its time hunting animals.
Animals hunting other animals is not something worth paying attention to.
That's it then, hopefully it will Spirit Intuition them... Klein folded the letter, dressed neatly, and went to the mailbox at the end of the street to mail it.
Fifteen minutes later, after watching Sherlock Detective pass by again and again through the bulging window, Lawyer Jurgen finally couldn't resist opening the door and politely inquiring:
"Mr. Moriarty, you forgot your keys?"
"Well, I guess so," Klein said with a forced smile.
"Why don't you come to my house as a guest? After dinner, you can go back after dark. I know you private Detective are very good at climbing," Jurgen invited with a serious expression.
"This works?" Klein paused for a second, then smiled sincerely.
"It's my pleasure."
Jurgen 'Lawyer grandmother was a master chef!
And you can even pet a cat while you're at it!
After it got completely dark, Klein, having eaten and drunk his fill, rested at home for a while, then picked up his cane and left Minsk Street.
He planned to go to Rose Street in the Bridge South Borough again to find Bishop Utravsky and find out the origin of the " Master Key ".
Using the " Dowsing Rod Method," he successfully arrived at the Harvest Church late at night and sneaked in along the same route as before.
However, Bishop Utravsky did not confess in the church hall tonight; only rows of seats remained in the quiet and dim light.
"Resting?" Klein asked, slightly puzzled, as he walked towards the living area at the back of the hall.
Just as he rounded the corner, he suddenly saw the towering, Giant -like Bishop Utravsky ascending the stairs to the basement, where the heavy stone door was being pounded on.
Who did he imprison in the basement? Klein immediately thought of a series of unsavory news stories.
Bishop Utravsky looked up and saw Klein, who was still in the same disguise as before. He was quite surprised and asked after a moment of hesitation:
"You still haven't found your way home?"
"Do I look like someone who's been lost for so long?" Klein forced a smile.
"Father, I am not lost."
"You think that recipe is fake? Impossible..." Bishop Utravsky frowned and stopped halfway up the steps.
In this way, he would be the same height as Klein.
"No, that's true," Klein answered honestly.
Just then, the stone door to the basement was pounded on again, more and more violently, accompanied by a male voice shouting, "Let me out!"
"What is this?" Klein couldn't help but ask.
Bishop Utravsky smiled gently:
"A Vampire."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the man in the basement shouted:
"So what if Vampire? Should Vampire be locked up here? Should they listen to your nagging and chanting of scriptures every day? Bah! I am a noble Sanguine, don't use such a vulgar term to describe me!"
"Let me tell you, I worship the Moon and will never convert to the Earth Mother! Give up, you despicable priest!"
This was the first time Klein had encountered a real Vampire, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Father, where did you catch him?"
Bishop Utravsky gave Klein a rather strange look and said:
He was the original owner of the ' Master Key '.
One day, he got lost and wandered into this church.
... Klein began to seriously consider whether he should carry the " Master Key " with him at all times in the future.
"Luckily, I know how to Divination..." he thought thankfully.
"Coincidentally, he was in a state of bloodlust at that moment, and I noticed the abnormality," Bishop Utravsky added with a smile.
"Pah! Don't mention blood to me! I need the blood of beautiful young girls, not the blood of you, you filthy Old Man!" The Vampire in the basement suddenly became agitated.
Bishop Utravsky explained without any anger:
"When he craves blood, I'll give him some of mine."
Klein nodded, then looked more closely and discovered that the heavy stone door to the basement was engraved with the " Holy Emblem of Life " and many mysterious symbols, forming a complete seal.
When daylight arrives and more people begin to pray, even the sound of prayers might not be heard... Klein made his initial assessment.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Bishop Utravsky asked.
Klein answered frankly:
I'd like to know where the concept of a ' Master Key ' originated.
"Then you'll have to ask him," Bishop Utravsky said, pointing to the basement.
The Vampire inside suddenly fell silent, then chuckled leisurely:
"Friend, I can answer your question."
"But only if you get me out of here first."
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