Chapter 102 Cloth Merchant

The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that there was a possibility, otherwise who would borrow those journals for nothing:

"Well, in such an unpopular field of ancient relics research on the main peak of Hornakis, apart from the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, most enthusiasts probably have never heard of it. Even the original owner, a college student who graduated from the history department, also came from Antioch. I learned from the Gonus family notes... Although Tingen City is a university city, there shouldn't be too many people interested in this matter... Even if there are, most of them exist on the university campus, and there is no need to visit them specially. Borrowing from the Deville Library..."

"The most important thing is that the borrowed node happens to be in the most recent period..."

"Such an analysis is really problematic. I wasn't sharp enough at the time, and I didn't even think of it... Hey, it seems that I didn't have the talent to be a detective and play Sherlock Holmes...

As his thoughts flickered, Swain, the owner of the "Dragon Bar", wondered:

"Any questions?"

Because there are guests and bartenders around, he can only ask in general.

"No problem, I'm just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman. You know, Haines Vancent died at home." Klein had already prepared his remarks.

He didn't want the "punishers" to be interested in the ancient ruins of the main peak of Honages.

"Vancente is a well-known fortune-teller in Tingen City, and he often comes to me." Swain was really perfunctory and recalled, "Thinking about it carefully, the gentleman in the portrait was really from the beginning. Vincent came with..."

"This is exactly what I want to know, do you remember his name?" Klein asked immediately.

Swain shook his head:

"I don't ask my customers for their names and identities unless they know them, like old Neil."

"Okay." Klein deliberately showed a little frustration.

It didn't matter to him whether Swain knew, because he could go to the Deville Library to investigate.

Borrowing books in such a privately donated library will inevitably leave personal information, and it is still the kind that has enough credibility!

You must know that Klein was able to obtain the loan card by relying on the letter of introduction with the seal of the senior associate professor.

Even if the gentleman forged the information, it is very likely that he would leave clues that would help me fortune-telling... Klein watched Swain walk to the bar, and thoughtfully entered the pool room.

He was not in a hurry to go to the Deville Library to investigate, and planned to complete the purchase first. After all, no one could tell whether there would be danger in the future, and whether there was any need to use ritual magic.

After passing through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market. At this time, there were very few booths and customers, and it was obvious that the peak stage had not yet been reached.

He just took a step forward when he suddenly saw the "monster" Admisor who said he smelled of death last time standing in the corner.

The pale young man with a terrifying madness in his eyes also noticed it and looked over.

When their eyes met, Admisor suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his face, leaned against the corner in a panic, and moved step by step.

Soon, he moved to the side door and staggered out.

"Is it necessary? Isn't it because I almost blinded you last time... But I didn't do anything... Really, it's like I'm a big devil." Klein's expression was slightly stiff.

He shook his head and smiled. He didn't think about "monsters" anymore. He came to the set up booth and began to choose and buy purposefully.

Half an hour later, Klein spent most of his private money, a few pounds.

Counting the remaining 3 pounds 17 sole notes on his body, he stroked the metal bottles in the small pockets on the inside of the black trench coat with both distress and satisfaction.

"This is the 'Amanda' hydrosol that Ms. Daly used."

"It's a powder mixed with the bark and leaves of the dragon tree.

"

"Essential oil extracted from Sleeping Flower."

"Dried chamomile petals."

"This is the 'Holy Night Powder' that I prepared myself just now."

...

Klein recalled the items in each small pocket over and over again, lest he was in a hurry and couldn't find the materials he wanted.

Relying on the speciality in the mysterious field, he quickly completed the memory and walked towards the exit.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

This is a young lady in a light green long dress. Her black hair is soft and shiny, her face is round, her eyes are slender, her features are sweet, and her temperament is gentle.

Is it the lady who was trembling abnormally last time? She does seem to be fine... I didn't expect that she is also a lover of mysticism... Klein slowed down, thought for a few seconds, and finally remembered who the other party was.

He had to admit that, apart from the "justice" who couldn't see her appearance at present, this young lady was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen since he traveled to another world.

The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a booth selling occult books, squatted down slightly rudely, and rubbed an ancient book with her fingers.

The cover of the ancient book was made of dark black cardboard, with the Hermes words "Book of Witches" written on it.

"There is a record of witches' black magic in it. Although I haven't dared to try it, someone has tried it and it does work." The stall owner seized the opportunity to sell it.

The gentle and sweet lady pondered for a few seconds and said:

"In your mind, what does a witch look like?"

"Witch? The evil one who brings disaster, disease and pain." The stall owner replied after thinking for a while.

Klein didn't even hear their conversation, because he had walked out of the door quickly, because he was in a hurry to go to the Deville Library, and in a hurry to finish everything and go home to cook dinner for his brother and sister, and make tomato oxtail soup.

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Backlund, Crown Racecourse.

Audrey Hall, wearing a long white dress with leg of lamb sleeves, ruffles, and lace on the chest, stood in the VIP box, looking at the sprinting horses.

She wore a gauze hat inlaid with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and light-colored gauze gloves on her hands.

Just as the racehorse crossed the line, her friend Viscount Grelint approached and said in a low voice:

"Audrey, every time I see you, you have a different beauty."

"Is something wrong?" In the past, Audrey might have been briefly immersed in the other's praise, but now, she could see from Grelint's language and demeanor that this friend had another purpose.

Because of his father's early death, Grelint inherited the title when he was just twenty.

"Audrey, I have met a true Extraordinary, an Extraordinary who does not belong to the royal family."

You say that every time, and it disappoints every time... Audrey looked forward and said with a graceful smile:

"Really?"

"I pledge my father's reputation that I have seen his extraordinary power," Grelint replied in a low voice.

Audrey is not like before, she will feel excited about this, because she is an Beyonder herself, but considering the issue of not letting Grelint suspect, she still opened her eyes wide and outlined a surprised smile, asked in a trembling voice:

"When can I see him?"

Well, it’s good to see other Beyonders, I can’t solve every little thing at a Tarot meeting… and I also have to have my own resources, which I can use to exchange with Mister Fool and The Hanged Man… No Anything can be done with money... huh, after sending that thousand pounds, I'll have to save a little...

Grelint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction, and looked at the racetrack outside and said:

"Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literary and musical salon in my home."

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Inside the Deville Library.

Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket and put it in front of several administrators.

"I'm a trainee inspector of the Special Operations Department of the Ahowa County Police Department. I have something that I need your cooperation to investigate." He said in a deep voice, recalling the police and bandit movies he had seen in the past.

Several administrators looked at the certificates and badges, looked at each other, and nodded:

"Officer, feel free to ask questions."

Klein read out the names of journals such as "New Archaeology", and finally said:

"I want the borrowing records of these journals, the last two months."

He found that the librarian had someone who had treated him the last time, but the other person obviously didn't recognize him.

"Okay, you can wait for a while." Several administrators started busy and quickly found the latest borrowing record.

Klein looked carefully, looking for the names of the same journals that he borrowed.

There are not many such names, there is only one. He has borrowed several times one after another. The journals he borrowed basically contain the parts that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing record was at the end of May, and the most recent one was last Saturday. The day before S. Vincent died.

Klein rubbed the borrower's materials with his fingers and kept them firmly in his heart:

"Sirius Arepis, a cloth merchant, lives at No. 19, Halls Street..."