The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, otherwise who would have borrowed those journals without any trouble:
Well, in the unpopular field of research on ancient ruins in the main peak of Hornaches, in addition to the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, ordinary enthusiasts probably have never heard of it. Even the original owner, a college student who graduated from the history department, learned from the notes of the Antigonus family... Although Tingen is a university city, there should not be too many people interested in this matter... Even if there are, it is mostly found on the university campus, and there is no need to borrow it specifically at the Deville Library...
The most important thing is that the node you borrow happens to be in the recent period...
After this analysis, there is really a problem. Ah. I was not keen enough at the time and didn't expect it... Hey, it seems that I didn't become a detective and played the talent of Sherlock Holmes...
As his thoughts flashed, Svein, the owner of the Dragon Bar, said in confusion:
Is there any problem?
Because there are guests around and bartenders, he can only ask in general.
No problem, I was just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman, you know, Heinas Vancent died at home.Klein had already prepared his words.
He didn't want the Punishers to become interested in the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornaches.
Vancent is a relatively famous fortune teller in Tingen and often comes to me.Svein was indeed perfunctory and recalled, thinking about it carefully, the gentleman in the portrait was indeed here with Vancent at the beginning...
This is exactly what I want to know, did you remember his name?Klein immediately asked.
Sviin shook his head:
I wouldn't ask for my customer's name and identity unless I knew him originally, such as Old Neil.
All right.Klein deliberately showed some frustration.
For him, it doesn't matter whether Svein knows it, because he can go to the Deville Library to investigate.
Borrowing books in such private donations will inevitably leave personal information, and it is the kind that has enough credibility!
You know, Klein relied on the introduction letter left by the senior associate professor with a seal to apply for the loan certificate.
Even if the gentleman forged the information, it is very likely that he will leave clues that will help me divine... Klein watched Svein walk towards the bar and enter the billiard room thoughtfully.
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 place to use ritual magic.
Walking through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market, where stalls and customers were quite scarce, obviously not yet reaching its peak.
He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly saw the monster Admisol, who said he had the smell of death last time, stood in the corner.
The young man, who looked pale and had a terrible and crazy look in his eyes, also noticed it and looked over.
As his eyes touched each other, Admisol suddenly reached out to cover his face, leaned towards the corner of the wall in panic, moving step by step.
Soon, he moved to the side door and staggered out.
Is this necessary?Isn't it just that I almost blinded you last time... But I didn't do anything... It's true, just like I'm a big demon.Klein's expression was slightly stiff.
He shook his head and smiled, no longer thinking about the monsters, came to the set-up stall and began to select and purchase purposefully.
Half an hour later, Klein used up most of his private money and spent a full pound.
After counting the remaining 3 pounds and 17 Sule notes on his body, he stroked the metal bottles in the small pocket of the black windbreaker with both distress and satisfaction.
This is the ‘Ammanda’ santhemum that Ms. Daley used.
This is a powder mixed with bark and leaves of dragon-patterned trees.
Essential oil extracted from deep sleep flowers.
Dried chamomile petals.
This is the ‘Holy Night Powder’ I made with the ingredients myself.
……
Klein recalled the items in each small pocket over and over again, so as not to be in a hurry and unable to find the materials he wanted in an emergency.
Relying on his special nature in the mysterious realm, he quickly completed his memory and took a step towards the exit.
Suddenly, he saw a slightly familiar figure from the corner of his eyes.
This is a young woman wearing a light green dress with soft and shiny black hair, round face, slender eyes, sweet appearance and gentle temperament.
Is it the lady who trembled abnormally last time?
She really looked fine...I didn't expect that she was also a fan of mystery... Klein slowed down, looked at her slender figure and thought for a few seconds, and finally recalled who the other party was.
He had to admit that apart from the justice that he couldn't see clearly at the moment, this young woman was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen after traveling to another world.
The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a stall selling mysterious books, squatted down slightly rudely, and stroked an ancient book with her fingers.
The ancient book is made of dark black paper, with the Hemiswens written on it.
There is a record of the witch's black magic. Although I didn't dare to try it, someone tried it and it worked.The stall owner seized the opportunity and promoted it.
The gentle and sweet lady pondered for a few seconds and said:
In your heart, what does a witch look like?
Witch?The evil one who brings disaster, illness and pain.The stall owner thought for a while and replied.
Klein didn't 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 was in a hurry to go home to make dinner for his brother and sister, and tomato oxtail soup.
…………
Beckland, Crown Racecourse.
Audrey Hall stood in the VIP box with lamb leg sleeves, ruffles and white long skirt with lace on his chest, looking at the fast-sprinting horses.
She wore a gauze hat with blue ribbons and silk flowers inlaid with light gloves, her eyes were cold and distant, as if she could not enter this lively occasion.
Just as the horse raced across the line, her friend Viscount Glylint approached and said in a low voice:
Audrey, every time you see you, you have different beauty.
Is there anything wrong?In the past, Audrey might have been immersed in the other party's praise, but now, she can see from Glylint's language and expression that this friend has other purposes.
Glylint inherited the title just after his twenty years because his father died early. He was a slightly thin young man. He glanced around and said with a low smile:
Audrey, I met a truly extraordinary person, an extraordinary person who is not a royal family.
You say this every time, and it is disappointing every time... Audrey looks ahead and speaks gracefully:
Really?
I guaranteed my father's reputation that I've seen his extraordinary power.Glylint replied in a low voice.
Audrey was no longer as excited as before, because she was an extraordinary person herself, but considering the question of not letting Glylint doubt her, she opened her eyes wide, outlined a surprise smile, and asked in a trembling voice:
When will I see him?
Well, it’s better to meet other extraordinary people. You can’t get all the trivial things to solve at the Tarot meeting... and I also have to have my own resources, which can be used to exchange resources with Mr. Fool and Hanging Man... Not anything can be solved with money... Huh, after sending that thousand pounds, I have to save a little...
Glylint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction and looked at the racecourse outside and said:
Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a salon of literature and music in my home.
…………
Inside the Deville Library.
Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket and placed it in front of several administrators.
I am an intern inspector of the Special Operations Department of the Ahova County Police Department. I have something to do to cooperate with you in the investigation.He recalled the police and gangster movies he had watched in the past and said in a deep voice.
Several administrators looked through the IDs and badges, looked at each other, and nodded:
Officer, you just ask questions.
Klein read out the names of journals such as "New Archaeology" and finally said:
I want the borrowing records of these journals and magazines, the last two months.
He discovered that there was someone in the library administrator who had received him last time, but the other party obviously failed to recognize him.
OK, you wait a little bit.Several administrators began to be busy and soon found the recent borrowing records.
Klein looked through it carefully, looking for the names of the same journals as he had borrowed.
There are not many such names, only one. He borrowed several times one after another. The journals he borrowed basically contain the parts that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing records were at the end of May, and the most recent one was last Saturday, the day before Heinas Vancent's death.
Klein stroked the borrower's information with his fingers and kept them in mind:
Siris Aripis, fabric merchant, lives at 19 Halls block...
Well, in the unpopular field of research on ancient ruins in the main peak of Hornaches, in addition to the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, ordinary enthusiasts probably have never heard of it. Even the original owner, a college student who graduated from the history department, learned from the notes of the Antigonus family... Although Tingen is a university city, there should not be too many people interested in this matter... Even if there are, it is mostly found on the university campus, and there is no need to borrow it specifically at the Deville Library...
The most important thing is that the node you borrow happens to be in the recent period...
After this analysis, there is really a problem. Ah. I was not keen enough at the time and didn't expect it... Hey, it seems that I didn't become a detective and played the talent of Sherlock Holmes...
As his thoughts flashed, Svein, the owner of the Dragon Bar, said in confusion:
Is there any problem?
Because there are guests around and bartenders, he can only ask in general.
No problem, I was just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman, you know, Heinas Vancent died at home.Klein had already prepared his words.
He didn't want the Punishers to become interested in the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornaches.
Vancent is a relatively famous fortune teller in Tingen and often comes to me.Svein was indeed perfunctory and recalled, thinking about it carefully, the gentleman in the portrait was indeed here with Vancent at the beginning...
This is exactly what I want to know, did you remember his name?Klein immediately asked.
Sviin shook his head:
I wouldn't ask for my customer's name and identity unless I knew him originally, such as Old Neil.
All right.Klein deliberately showed some frustration.
For him, it doesn't matter whether Svein knows it, because he can go to the Deville Library to investigate.
Borrowing books in such private donations will inevitably leave personal information, and it is the kind that has enough credibility!
You know, Klein relied on the introduction letter left by the senior associate professor with a seal to apply for the loan certificate.
Even if the gentleman forged the information, it is very likely that he will leave clues that will help me divine... Klein watched Svein walk towards the bar and enter the billiard room thoughtfully.
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 place to use ritual magic.
Walking through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market, where stalls and customers were quite scarce, obviously not yet reaching its peak.
He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly saw the monster Admisol, who said he had the smell of death last time, stood in the corner.
The young man, who looked pale and had a terrible and crazy look in his eyes, also noticed it and looked over.
As his eyes touched each other, Admisol suddenly reached out to cover his face, leaned towards the corner of the wall in panic, moving step by step.
Soon, he moved to the side door and staggered out.
Is this necessary?Isn't it just that I almost blinded you last time... But I didn't do anything... It's true, just like I'm a big demon.Klein's expression was slightly stiff.
He shook his head and smiled, no longer thinking about the monsters, came to the set-up stall and began to select and purchase purposefully.
Half an hour later, Klein used up most of his private money and spent a full pound.
After counting the remaining 3 pounds and 17 Sule notes on his body, he stroked the metal bottles in the small pocket of the black windbreaker with both distress and satisfaction.
This is the ‘Ammanda’ santhemum that Ms. Daley used.
This is a powder mixed with bark and leaves of dragon-patterned trees.
Essential oil extracted from deep sleep flowers.
Dried chamomile petals.
This is the ‘Holy Night Powder’ I made with the ingredients myself.
……
Klein recalled the items in each small pocket over and over again, so as not to be in a hurry and unable to find the materials he wanted in an emergency.
Relying on his special nature in the mysterious realm, he quickly completed his memory and took a step towards the exit.
Suddenly, he saw a slightly familiar figure from the corner of his eyes.
This is a young woman wearing a light green dress with soft and shiny black hair, round face, slender eyes, sweet appearance and gentle temperament.
Is it the lady who trembled abnormally last time?
She really looked fine...I didn't expect that she was also a fan of mystery... Klein slowed down, looked at her slender figure and thought for a few seconds, and finally recalled who the other party was.
He had to admit that apart from the justice that he couldn't see clearly at the moment, this young woman was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen after traveling to another world.
The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a stall selling mysterious books, squatted down slightly rudely, and stroked an ancient book with her fingers.
The ancient book is made of dark black paper, with the Hemiswens written on it.
There is a record of the witch's black magic. Although I didn't dare to try it, someone tried it and it worked.The stall owner seized the opportunity and promoted it.
The gentle and sweet lady pondered for a few seconds and said:
In your heart, what does a witch look like?
Witch?The evil one who brings disaster, illness and pain.The stall owner thought for a while and replied.
Klein didn't 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 was in a hurry to go home to make dinner for his brother and sister, and tomato oxtail soup.
…………
Beckland, Crown Racecourse.
Audrey Hall stood in the VIP box with lamb leg sleeves, ruffles and white long skirt with lace on his chest, looking at the fast-sprinting horses.
She wore a gauze hat with blue ribbons and silk flowers inlaid with light gloves, her eyes were cold and distant, as if she could not enter this lively occasion.
Just as the horse raced across the line, her friend Viscount Glylint approached and said in a low voice:
Audrey, every time you see you, you have different beauty.
Is there anything wrong?In the past, Audrey might have been immersed in the other party's praise, but now, she can see from Glylint's language and expression that this friend has other purposes.
Glylint inherited the title just after his twenty years because his father died early. He was a slightly thin young man. He glanced around and said with a low smile:
Audrey, I met a truly extraordinary person, an extraordinary person who is not a royal family.
You say this every time, and it is disappointing every time... Audrey looks ahead and speaks gracefully:
Really?
I guaranteed my father's reputation that I've seen his extraordinary power.Glylint replied in a low voice.
Audrey was no longer as excited as before, because she was an extraordinary person herself, but considering the question of not letting Glylint doubt her, she opened her eyes wide, outlined a surprise smile, and asked in a trembling voice:
When will I see him?
Well, it’s better to meet other extraordinary people. You can’t get all the trivial things to solve at the Tarot meeting... and I also have to have my own resources, which can be used to exchange resources with Mr. Fool and Hanging Man... Not anything can be solved with money... Huh, after sending that thousand pounds, I have to save a little...
Glylint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction and looked at the racecourse outside and said:
Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a salon of literature and music in my home.
…………
Inside the Deville Library.
Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket and placed it in front of several administrators.
I am an intern inspector of the Special Operations Department of the Ahova County Police Department. I have something to do to cooperate with you in the investigation.He recalled the police and gangster movies he had watched in the past and said in a deep voice.
Several administrators looked through the IDs and badges, looked at each other, and nodded:
Officer, you just ask questions.
Klein read out the names of journals such as "New Archaeology" and finally said:
I want the borrowing records of these journals and magazines, the last two months.
He discovered that there was someone in the library administrator who had received him last time, but the other party obviously failed to recognize him.
OK, you wait a little bit.Several administrators began to be busy and soon found the recent borrowing records.
Klein looked through it carefully, looking for the names of the same journals as he had borrowed.
There are not many such names, only one. He borrowed several times one after another. The journals he borrowed basically contain the parts that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing records were at the end of May, and the most recent one was last Saturday, the day before Heinas Vancent's death.
Klein stroked the borrower's information with his fingers and kept them in mind:
Siris Aripis, fabric merchant, lives at 19 Halls block...
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