The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 20: The Forgotten Dunn

"okay." Klein bowed slightly as he put on his short hat again. However, his mind was preoccupied with how Sealed Artifacts 0-08 looked.

It seems to be just your everyday pen?

That's writing without ink?

So, what exactly is its use? What makes it classified at the highest level of secrecy that is considered Highly Dangerous?

Could it be the pen that killed anyone whose name was written?

No, it would be too heaven-defying. Ince Zangwill would not need to escape and hide if that was the case…

Just as Klein turned to leave, Dunn suddenly yelled at him.

"wait. I forgot something."

"What?" Klein turned his head; his eyes were confused.

Dunn put back her pocket watch and said with a smile, "Later, remember to visit the accountant, Mrs Orianna, and get a four-week down payment—total twelve pounds. After that, you'll get half your salary each week until the difference is covered."

"That's too much. No need, the amount should be reduced," Klein said involuntarily.

He doesn't mind the upfront payment. After all, he did not even have the money to pay for the trip home in a public horse carriage. However, receiving twelve pounds at a time made him a little scared.

"No, it's necessary" Dun said, shaking his head and smiling. "Think. Do you still want to continue living in your current apartment? An apartment that requires you to share a bathroom with so many other tenants? Even if you don't consider yourself, think about the woman. Besides that.. ."

He stopped when he saw Klein nod in agreement. He smiled and sized up Klein's clothes and said with meaningful intent, "In addition, you need a stick, and you have to buy a new suit."

Klein was startled for a moment before returning to reality. His face immediately burned with embarrassment because the suit he was wearing was cheap and of low quality.

Typically, the top hat is made of silk, costing five to six soli. Three-soli butterfly tie, walking stick encrusted with silver seven to eight soli, three-soli shirt, while pants, vest, and tuxedo total about seven pounds. Leather boots nine to ten soli. Thus, the entire suit costs more than eight pounds and seven soli. Of course, to be a neat guy, one needs a watch chain, a pocket watch, and a wallet.

At that time, Klein and the original Benson scrimped and saved up before saving a lot of money. When they went to the clothing store to check the price, they ended up running away without bothering to try a bargain. They each bought a set at a cheap store near Iron Cross Street for a total price of less than two pounds.

Also due to the incident, the real Klein had a deep impression of the price of the clothes.

"O-OK," Klein replied stammered.

He's like the real Klein. He is someone who cares about his appearance.

Dunn took out her pocket watch again and opened it to catch a glimpse.

"Maybe you should find Mrs. Orianna first? I know you'll spend quite a bit of time at Old Neil's while Mrs. Orianna's probably coming home soon."

"Good." Klein was well aware of his state of poverty and did not object to it.

Dunn returned to the side of the table and pulled some rope and said, "I'll have Rozanne take you there."

The ropes began operating as gears, producing a bell sound in the reception area of the Blackthorn Security Company. When Rozanne heard him, she hurriedly stood up and carefully descended.

It didn't take long before he appeared in front of Klein again.

Dunn said jokingly, "I'm not interrupting your rest, am I? Oh, take Moretti to Miss Orianna."

Rozanne silently curled her lips as she replied 'happy—'

"All right, Captain."

"Is that everything?" At that moment, Klein exclaimed in shock.

To get his advance from the finance department, is there no need to get a letter of approval from the Captain? Shouldn't you be writing something?

"So?" Dunn came back with a question.

"I mean— Do I not need your signature to request an advance from Mrs. Orianna?" Klein tried his best to use simple language.

"Oh, no. Not necessary. Rozanne is proof enough." Dunn pointed at the brunette and gave an answer.

Captain, there seems to be almost no financial management of us. Klein held back his desire to make sarcastic comments before turning around to leave the room with Rozanne.

At that moment, he heard Dunn yell again.

"wait. There's still something else."

Can we solve everything at once? Klein turned around with a smiling face.

"Yes?"

Dunn pressed his temple and said, "When you meet Old Neil, remember to collect ten demon-hunting bullets."

"I? Demon hunter bullets?" Klein returned in surprise.

"Revolver Welch is still with you, right? You don't have to give it up." Dunn put one hand into her pocket and said, "With the bullets of the demon hunters, if you face any paranormal danger, you will be able to protect yourself. Uh, at least it'll give you courage."

There was no need for you to add the last sentence.When Klein was upset with his problem, he replied without hesitation, "Alright. I'll remember to do it!"

"This will require me to write a formal document. Just a minute." Dunn sat down and picked up a dark red pen. He wrote a 'note', signed it, and branded it.

"Thank you, Captain." Klein accepted it sincerely.

He slowly walked back before turning around.

"Wait."

Dunn shouted once more.

…Captain, you look to be in your thirties. Why do you have dementia symptoms? Klein smiled and turned to ask, "There's more?"

"I forgot before that you are not trained in shooting, so getting a demon hunter's bullet would be a waste. Let's do this; collect thirty normal bullets every day. Take the opportunity when you are out to go to the corner of the street — underground shooting range at No 3 Zouteland Street. Most belong to the police department, but there's one that's special to our Nighthawks. Oh, right, you also need to get a badge from Old Neil. Otherwise, you won't be able to enter the firing range." Dunn patted his forehead and took back the note from Klein. He then added the information and branded it with another seal.

"Good snipers are produced by taking out bullets. Don't take it lightly." Dunn returned the modified notes to Klein.

"understand." Klein, who was afraid of danger, was eager to visit the shooting range that day.

He took two steps towards the exit before carefully turning half way. He deliberated before asking, "Captain, is there anything else?"

"No." Dunn nodded firmly.

Klein heaved a sigh of relief and walked straight out the door. While walking, he had a strong desire to turn around to ask the others, "Are you sure there's nothing else?"

He resisted that urge and finally managed to leave Keeper's room.

"Captain's always been like this. He often forgets." As Rozanne walked by her side, she gently underestimated the captain, "Even my grandmother has a better memory than her. Of course, he had only forgotten trivial things. Yeah, trivial things. Klein, I will call you Klein in the future. .Lady Orianna was a very friendly person. It's easy to get familiar with it. His father was a watchmaker with exceptional skill…"

As Klein listened to the brunette babble, he stepped up the stairs and returned upstairs. He found Mrs Orianna in the far office on the right side.

After Orianna heard Rozanne repeat Dunn Smith's instructions, she took out a note and wrote a slip in advance.

"Sign here. Do you have a seal? If not, you can leave a thumbprint."

"Good." Now familiar with the procedure, Klein completed the formalities.

Orianna took out a copper lock and opened the safe in the room. As he counted the pounds, he said with a smile, "You're lucky. We have enough money today. By the way, Klein, were you invited by the Captain because you were involved in paranormal activity and the fact that you have special skills? ?"

"Yes, you have perfect intuition." Klein was not stingy with his praise.

Orianna took out four banknotes with a light gray background with a pitch-black pattern printed on them. After locking the safe, he turned around and smiled.

"That's because I had a similar experience."

"Thank you?" Klein showed a suitable level of shock.

"Do you know about the serial killer that drove Tingen City crazy sixteen years ago?" Orianna handed the four pounds of gold to Klein.

"…Yes! That's what got five girls killed in quick succession. Some of their hearts and stomachs were plucked out by the Bloody Butcher? My mom used to use that to scare my sister when we were younger" Klein said, thinking about it.

He received the banknotes and found that two of them were in five-pound denominations and two of them in one-pound denominations. All of them had a gray background and were inked in black. The four corners have intricate patterns and special inks to prevent counterfeiting.

The earlier banknotes were slightly larger and in the middle was the fifth king of the Loen Kingdom, a direct ancestor of George III, Henry Augustus I. He wore a white hair tie over his round face. His eyes were slender and he had an abnormally serious expression. However, Klein felt an indescribable closeness to him.

This is a five pound note!

It's almost the same as Benson's four-week salary!

At the center of the one-pound note was the father of George III, the former king, William Augustus VI. This mighty figure had a thick mustache and a stern look. While he was in power, he freed the Loen Kingdom from the shackles of the old order, allowing his people to regain the top spot.

They were all 'good kings.' Klein could faintly smell the ink of notes that made him happy and refreshed.

"Yes, if the Nighthawks don't come in time, I'll be the sixth victim." Bu Orianna's tone still hinted at a prolonged fear even though the incident had happened more than ten years ago.

"I heard that serial killer, wasn't— The Butcher a Beyonder?" Klein carefully folded the note paper and placed it in the inner pocket of his suit. Then, he patted the area a few times to make sure it was there.

"Yes." Yeah." Miss Orianna nodded firmly. "He had killed more before that. The reason why he was arrested was because he was preparing a ritual for the devil."

"No wonder she wanted a different organ.I'm sorry, Mrs Orianna has made you remember such unpleasant memories," Klein said sincerely.

Orianna smiled. "I'm not afraid anymore.I studied accounting in business school at the time. After that, I've been here ever since. All right, I'm gonna stop blocking you from what you're supposed to do. You still need to go to Old Neil's."

"Goodbye, Miss Orianna." Klein took off his hat and bowed before leaving the office. Before he went down, he could not help but pat his inner pocket to make sure those twelve pounds were still there.

He turned at the intersection and headed to the right. It didn't take long for him to see the half-closed iron door.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

As he knocked, an old voice sounded from within.

"Lake in."

Klein pushed the iron door open and found a narrow room that only allowed a table and two chairs.

There was an iron door that was tightly locked inside the room and behind the table was an old elder wearing a class black robe. He was reading a few yellow pages from a book with a gas lamp.

He lifted his head and looked at the door.

"Are you Klein Moretti? Rozanne said you were very polite when she came a while ago."

"Miss Rozanne is really a friendly person. Good day, Mr. Neil." Klein took off his hat as a sign of respect.

"Please sit down." Neil pointed to the silver tin with an intricate floral pattern on the table. "Do you want a cup of ground coffee?"

The wrinkles on the edges of his eyes and mouth were very hidden. His dark red pupils looked rather murky.

"So you don't drink coffee?" Klein actually noticed that Neil's porcelain cup was filled with clear water.

"Haha, that's my habit.I don't drink coffee after three in the afternoon," Neil explained with a laugh.

"Why?" Klein asked in passing.

Neil held back his smile as he looked Klein in the eye and said, "I'm afraid that it will affect my sleep at night. It would make me hear the murmur of an unknown existence."

Klein for a moment was unable to answer him as he changed the subject.

"Sir Neil, what documents and books should I read?"

As he spoke, he took out a note written by Dunn.

“Anything that has to do with history, or is complicated and incomplete. To be honest, I always try to learn, but all I can achieve is a rudimentary understanding. It was too much trouble for other materials, such as people's diaries, contemporary books, tombstones, etc.." lamented Neil. "For example, the items I have here require a more detailed historical record to determine the exact content."

"Why?" Klein was confused.

Neil pointed to a few yellowed pages in front of him.

"This is from Roselle Gustav's diary that was lost before her death. To keep it a secret, he used the strange symbols he created to take notes."

Emperor Roselle? Senior transmigration? Klein was shocked as he immediately listened attentively.

"Many people believe that he did not really die, but instead became a hidden god. Therefore, the sect that adored him always held various rituals to try to gain power. We would sometimes face such incidents and get some copies of the original or duplicates" Neil said, shaking his head. "Until now, no one has been able to decipher the true meaning of those special symbols. Therefore, the Sacred Cathedral allowed us to keep a copy of it for research, hoping that it would give them a pleasant surprise."

With that said, Neil showed a satisfied smile.

"i've outlined a few symbols and have made sure that they represent numbers. Look what I found. It's actually a diary! Yes, I want to use the history from different periods, especially the events revolving around the emperor. By comparing those notes to those written in the diary for the corresponding day, I can try to interpret more symbols.

"That's the mind of a genius, right?" The old man with white hair and deep wrinkles looked at Klein with bright eyes.

Klein nodded in agreement.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Haha, you can see it too. Tomorrow, you have to help me with this diary." Neil pushed a few yellowed pages towards Klein.

Klein turned them over and glanced at them, but it immediately shocked him!

Although the 'symbol' had been copied in a very ugly way, until it looked slightly distorted, there was no way he was wrong …

This was because those were the words he was most familiar with.

China!

And that's f**king Chinese Simple!