Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 185 Commission End
After Fors left, Xiu curled up on the sofa and flipped through the "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Loen", hoping to find some tiny clue.

After looking at it for a while, Xio suddenly felt that the cardboard cover was a little strange, so he carefully checked it, found the interlayer, and took out an old piece of paper.

The front of the paper was covered with the special symbols created by Emperor Roselle, and the back was written with a passage of ancient Hermetic text.

"Viscount Greylint's ancestors deciphered some of Emperor Roselle's special symbols?" Xio suddenly became excited.

She struggled to decipher the ancient Hermetic text and silently recited:
"A fool who does not belong to this age;"

"The mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

This is!

Xiu's back and waist suddenly bounced, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by an ice pick with a slow pain. His hair was numb and he immediately sat up from the sofa.

This is most likely the honorific name of a hidden existence!

Xio realized this with horror, and she actually pronounced the honorific name in its entirety in her mind using the ancient Hermetic language!

Once the full name of a hidden being is recited, it often means attracting the other party's attention!

The consequences of this kind of gaze will most likely not be wonderful, and may even be tragic!
Many of those hidden beings are the incarnations of evil gods and demons!
This is common knowledge of mysticism that many ordinary people know!
At that moment, Xio felt like the stupidest person in the world. Not only did she recite the honorific name in full, she also used the ancient Hermetic language.

Xio immediately looked around warily. Tables, chairs, sofas, curtains... these common things that he used to use every day seemed to become unsafe at this moment. It seemed as if a monster would appear at any time in the quiet surroundings.

After a few minutes, nothing happened.

Xio pursed her lips, slowly slowing her breathing and adjusting her heart rate, trying to relax as much as possible. She consoled herself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I just chanted the Honored Name, without any subsequent prayers or incantations. This is an incomplete ritual, so it shouldn't attract attention."

"Furthermore, the Rossel script deciphered by Viscount Greenlight's ancestors may not be accurate. This is a cipher that no one has been able to decipher for a hundred years."

"But, but I heard that if the evil god or demon shows interest, he will respond even if the ritual is incomplete... I'm so stupid, really..." Thinking about it, Xio's face became sad again, and he felt that he had made a serious mistake.

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15 Minsk Street, Backlund

Although it was still far from Klein's usual sleeping time, because he needed to take Ian to see Zreal's body in the early morning, Klein went to bed much earlier than usual today.

Not long after he lay down on the bed, sleepiness slowly eroded his consciousness, his body gradually became weak, and he fell into a daze, stepping into dreams.

But just as the other foot was about to follow into the dream, it was caught tightly by a wave of repeated prayers.

what?
A vague plea echoed in his ears, successfully dispelling Klein's sleepiness, which had not yet taken shape but had already become a reality.

Klein reluctantly opened his eyes, reluctantly stood up, and reluctantly walked into the bathroom and took four steps backwards.

Being forced to wake up just as he was about to fall asleep was extremely uncomfortable. Klein felt like he was going to turn into a ghost out of resentment.

He walked back four steps, entering the gray fog. He saw circles of clear light radiating from the edge of the ancient, mottled bronze table and the side of the Fool's chair. The sudden brightness made his eyes feel uncomfortable. Klein raised his hand to rub his eyes, but as soon as the back of his hand touched his eyes, he realized that this was a somewhat ungentlemanly gesture and immediately lowered it.

He sat in the Fool's high-back chair, radiating spirituality, and touched the ripples of light in response to a prayer.

The scene before his eyes suddenly changed, revealing a blurry set of sofas on which curled a petite woman in the attire of an apprentice knight.

It wasn't Miss Justice... she was reading a piece of paper... Klein suddenly realized what was going on.

"She should be one of the two Beyonders Miss Justice mentioned that I need to examine..."

After pondering for a few seconds, Klein did not respond immediately, preparing to observe for a while.

After finishing his response, Klein lay back, wrapping his body in spirituality to simulate the feeling of falling.

Klein opened his eyes and returned to bed until there was another knock on the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Sherlock," Ian said politely. "I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I think it's almost time."

Klein nodded, went back to the house to get the telescope he had prepared long ago, and took Ian along the route he had planned long ago, all the way to the location of Zreal's body.

As he said, Ian saw three people guarding a corpse.

Klein took off the telescope hanging around his neck, tapped Ian's shoulder twice, and signaled that he could use the telescope.

Ian secretly praised Klein's professionalism and ability in his heart, took the telescope he handed over and looked in the direction of the corpse.

Klein kept his eyes on Ian, observing his expression.

Although the upper half of his face was blocked by the telescope and Ian's expertise as a professional detective assistant increased the difficulty of observation, Klein's strong control over his expression after experiencing the "Joker" stage made it slightly easier for him to discern the changes in Ian's expression.

He was still nervous but a little more relaxed than before.

It seems that from Ian's perspective, things haven't reached the worst point... Klein mentally judged... Who knows which faction discovered Zreal's body, which is the worst case scenario...

Klein lowered his eyes to glance at Ian, who was still observing. He leaned forward slightly and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ian, if there are no other issues, we can conclude the commission."

"It is indeed Mr. Zreal," Ian replied in a low voice, "Mr. Sherlock, is there any way you can get me closer to Mr. Zreal's body?"

"I'm sorry," Klein said without hesitation, "This isn't something we can all entrust you with. Besides, although I've only been in Backlund for a short time, I'm thinking of living here for a long time."

The meaning is very clear, he is not going to get involved in this mess.

Although the cause and effect were unknown, anyone with a reasonable level of intelligence could tell after seeing Zreal's body that this was not a simple commission. Withdrawing in time was a wise choice, and it was also a choice that a new and unknown detective would make.

Sure enough, Ian had no doubts after Klein said this. He straightened his coat and said, "You're right. The moment I saw Mr. Zreal's body, our commission was over. I will keep my promise and introduce you to the detectives."

Klein nodded and left the sewer first.

(End of this chapter)