Mystery: A Spark

"So, it's possible that one of Viscount Grelint's ancestors was a member of this organization?" Hugh said suddenly.

“Hmm, I guess so. It must be a rather ancient and mysterious organization, and Arthur is probably a new member who has joined it,” Fors said.

After pondering for a moment, Xiu suddenly said:

"Fors, let's go see Arthur tomorrow."

"Huh?" Fors was somewhat taken aback.

Hugh said seriously:

"Tomorrow I'll make an excuse that I need to find someone to exorcise the evil spirits, and then I'll go to Arthur and ask if he has any connections. We'll take this opportunity to see his reaction."

"Okay, alright," Fors said somewhat guiltily.

......

15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.

After a satisfying meal, Klein sat in an armchair in the living room, with a fireplace burning charcoal beside him.

In the warm, early summer-like environment, he wore a white shirt, a black vest, and thin trousers, unfolded the newspaper with both hands, and turned to the page with the most small advertisements.

This morning, Klein received his first investigation commission:

Help an elderly woman named Doris, who lives on the same street, find her lost black cat, Brody.

After secretly using his divination staff, Klein successfully found the black cat that had been accidentally locked inside the cupboard.

After he returned home, another brown-haired, red-eyed boy came to his door, wanting to ask him to help investigate a detective named Zeril.

The boy's name was Ian, and he suspected that his superior, Detective Zeryl, had met with some misfortune, so he asked Klein to check on Detective Zeryl's current situation.

As for payment, Klein chose to have Ian pay five pounds in advance, and after the commission was completed, Ian would have to do three more things for him.

Although Klein felt that there might be some hidden issues surrounding Zeril, he felt that he only needed to confirm Detective Zeril's condition.

Do only what you're paid for, and you shouldn't attract any extra trouble.

After signing the contract with Ian, Klein used his mystical reasoning skills to successfully find the deceased detective Zeryl in the sewers.

At that time, Detective Zeryl's body was completely decomposed and had been gnawed to pieces by some unknown creatures.

When Klein discovered Detective Zeryl's body, there were countless rats swarming around it.

This scene was comparable to a graphic film he had seen in his previous life called "Mermaid in the Sewers."

Coincidentally, the place where he found Detective Zeryl's body was also in the sewers.

If Klein hadn't been tempered by all sorts of terrifying things while working as a Night Watcher in Tingen, he wouldn't be the ordinary young man he was in his previous life.

Otherwise, Klein felt he would probably vomit the moment he saw such a scene.

After finding Detective Zeryl's body, Klein didn't linger in the sewers any longer. Instead, he quickly went home and took a shower.

Ian had promised him that he would appear at the right time.

So Klein decided to wait for Ian's arrival, then inform him of Detective Zeryl's whereabouts, thus completing the commission and doing nothing more.

That way, we shouldn't get into any trouble.

Yes, the advantage is in my hands.

Klein leaned back on the sofa, looking at the newspaper in his hand, trying to find some news that could make money.

Soon, he had a basic understanding of his goals.

“A new type of transportation urgently needs investment. Details to be discussed in person…” Klein muttered to himself twice, then reached for a pencil on the small, dark red round table next to him and circled the message.

Two jobs came in today, but the pay wasn't much, which made Klein start looking for other ways to make money.

For him, a well-informed time traveler, investing seemed to be a very good way to make money.

Having lived through the information explosion era of his previous life, Klein clearly knew what was easier to develop and what had investment value.

If no one comes to his door tomorrow or the day after, he plans to go and see if this so-called new type of transportation has any investment value.

Speaking of which, I wonder when the 15,000 pounds that Miss Justice promised will arrive. I'll write to Mr. Azik when the money arrives... But that's a huge sum of money, it's really hard to decide... Klein rubbed his face, looking somewhat conflicted.

At that moment, layers upon layers of illusory prayers suddenly echoed in his ears.

Who? Was it Arthur? Or another member of the Tarot Club? Or perhaps one of the employees at Backlund Bank who copied my password? The thought flashed through Klein's mind.

He put down the newspaper, quickly returned to his bedroom, locked the door, and carefully sealed the entire bedroom with a spiritual wall.

Klein took four steps backward and came to the top of the gray fog. He saw a clear light radiating outward in circles from the edge of the ancient, mottled bronze table and the side of the Fool's Chair.

Klein, already quite experienced, sat down calmly, radiating spirituality, and touched the ripples of light in response to the prayer.

The scene before him suddenly changed, revealing a blurry sofa with a petite woman dressed as a trainee knight curled up on it.

He hadn't copied down the password... he was looking at a piece of paper... Klein suddenly realized what was going on and understood the reason:

"She must be one of the two extraordinary individuals that Miss 'Justice' mentioned I needed to examine. Miss Justice used a covert method to guide her to know my name..."

After hesitating for more than ten seconds, Klein did not give a real response, intending to take this step later in the night and then examine her character and ability based on her reaction, attitude and handling methods.

Of course, Klein wouldn't force someone to join if they really didn't want to.

Chapter 119 Ah, yes, yes, yes

Thursday morning, 7 Townsend Street, Queens.

In the bedroom, Arthur was fast asleep on the bed.

Beside him, the puppy Arthas was fast asleep, sprawled out on his back.

Last night, Arthur drew the key plot of "Sherlock Holmes", which is when Holmes is ambushed by Gin and Vodka and then given a drug to shrink.

So Arthur wanted to finish drawing this crucial part of the story in one go, so he could submit the manuscript to the editorial department the next day.

However, this also meant that he stayed up very late drawing comics last night, so much so that he hasn't gotten out of bed yet.

In the current Kingdom of Rune, the novel, as a form of literary work, has been accepted by the public.

However, comics are still a relatively new art form and have not yet entered the public eye.

Fortunately, the original owner of this body was a relatively famous painter and had some connections.

So after Arthur used the Face Fruit, the editor finally decided to give it a try and see how the comic would perform in the print run.

Arthur slept until after nine o'clock in the morning before finally waking up.

"Ah...it's so nice not having to go to work. I can sleep until I naturally wake up every day." After waking up, Arthur first yawned, and then unconsciously let out a sigh.

If he had transmigrated to a peaceful and harmonious other world, he might have just stayed put and lived a carefree life.

Unfortunately, Arthur was transported to a bizarre and frustrating world.

Here, the aurora borealis is said to summon the true creator, while the Great Smog of Backlund is a far-reaching event.

In addition, next year there will be a war between Rune and Fusak, a war between the true gods, and the apocalypse that will happen more than ten years later.

Therefore, the comfortable life he is living now is just an illusion. The reason Arthur is able to live a comfortable life now is simply because the original body he transmigrated into had a relatively good family background.

After all, not everyone can own a two-story house with a garden in Queens.

Although it was only on the outskirts, it could still be considered a relatively well-off family.

Compared to Klein, the god of poverty, Arthur was already considered to have some wealth.

After stretching, Arthur got out of bed.

He looked to the side and saw the puppy Arthas sleeping soundly on its back with its soft belly exposed.

Upon seeing this, Arthur grinned mischievously.

He reached out his finger and gently poked Arthas's little bean.

Suddenly, the puppy jolted awake.

Then, without even looking, he turned around and bit Arthur's hand.

"Hey, hey, don't bite, don't bite, it's me." Seeing that Arthas was biting and didn't seem to want to let go, Arthur quickly pinched its ear and said.

"Hmph! Of course I know it's you, I'm biting you, you despicable scoundrel!" Arthas finally relented and said angrily.

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do, it's just that your sleeping posture was a bit... cough, okay, I won't say anything more?"

When Arthur saw that the puppy had started baring its teeth, he chuckled sheepishly and dared not say anything more.

"Alright, alright, let's go wash up. Then you go over to Klein's place and keep an eye on things, I'll go to the editorial office to submit the manuscript."

After some reassurance, Arthas finally calmed down.

Arthur picked up the puppy, put it on his shoulder, and walked out of the room toward the bathroom.

After washing up, Arthas disappeared into the spirit world, while Arthur used his hidden blade to change into proper clothes and prepare to head to the editorial department.

However, just as Arthur opened the door, he saw Hugh and Fors standing outside, with Hugh still in a position as if he was about to knock.

"Uh... what brings you two here?" After the six of them stared at each other, and the three of them looked completely bewildered for a moment, Arthur was the first to ask.

"Well, I've come to repay the two hundred gold pounds I owe you. I also have some things I'd like to discuss with you. If it's convenient, may we go inside and talk?" Fors said softly.

After all, one should not flaunt one's wealth. Although most of the residents here are wealthy people, Fors still dared not openly discuss matters related to monetary transactions.

"Alright, please come in, both of you." Arthur opened the door wide and led Hugh and Fors into the living room.

After the three of them were seated, Hugh spoke up rather impatiently:

"Arthur, it's like this, I recently encountered something that seems to be an evil spirit, so I wanted to ask if you have any ways to exorcise it?"

"An evil spirit?" Arthur's face showed surprise, as if he had not expected that Hugh would encounter such a thing.

“Yes, I recently acquired an ancient name, and I accidentally uttered it aloud,” Hugh said, nodding.

"If we pronounce it in Rune, there shouldn't be any problem, right?" Arthur asked with some doubt.

“I speak Ancient Hermes,” Hugh replied.

"Oh……"

Arthur's voice was somewhat meaningful, and the way he looked at Hugh was a bit like he was looking at a curly-haired baboon.

"It was an accident, a complete accident!" Seeing Arthur looking at her like she was an idiot, Hugh exclaimed in embarrassment and anger.