The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Otherwise, who would borrow those journals for no reason?
Yes, the study of the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Hornacis is an unpopular field. Apart from the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, ordinary enthusiasts probably wouldn't have heard of it. Even the original Klein, a history graduate, only learned about it from the Antigonus family's notebook … Although Tingen is a university city, there shouldn't be too many people interested in it … Even if there is, it's mostly on the university campus. There's no need to specifically borrow it from Deweyville Library …
"The most important thing is that the time to borrow the books is during this period of time …"
Now that I think about it, there's really a problem. I wasn't sharp enough back then to not have thought of it … Sigh, it looks like I don't have the talent to be a detective or act as Sherlock Holmes …
As his thoughts flashed, the boss of Evil Dragon Bar, Swein, asked curiously, "Is there a problem?"
"Is there a problem?"
As there were customers and bartenders around, he could only ask in general terms.
"No problem, I'm just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman. As you know, Hanass Vincent died at home." Klein had already prepared an excuse.
He didn't want the Mandated Punishers to be interested in the ancient ruins on the main peak of the Hornacis.
"Vincent is a rather famous fortune-teller in Tingen. He often comes here." Swein was indeed brushed off as he recalled. "Thinking about it carefully, the gentleman in the portrait did come here with Vincent in the beginning …"
"That's what I want to know. Do you remember his name?" Klein pressed.
Swein chuckled and shook his head.
"I don't ask for the name or identity of my customers, unless I already know them, such as Old Neil."
"Alright." Klein deliberately revealed a look of dejection.
To him, it didn't matter if Swein knew or not, because he could investigate at Deweyville Library.
Borrowing books from a privately donated library would definitely leave behind personal information, and it had to be trustworthy!
After all, back then, Klein had relied on an introduction letter from a senior associate professor to apply for a library card.
Even if that gentleman falsified the information, there's a high chance that he left behind clues that could help me with my divination … Klein watched Swain walk to the bar counter before he entered the billiard room in deep thought.
He wasn't in a hurry to head to Deweyville's library to investigate. He wanted to complete his purchases first. After all, no one could say for sure if he would run into danger or if he would need to use ritualistic magic.
After passing through a few rooms, Klein entered the underground market. At this time, there were very few stalls and customers. It was obvious that the market had not reached its peak yet.
Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly saw the "monster" Ade Misol, who had previously said that he smelled like death, standing in the corner.
The pale-faced young man with a terrifying madness in his unfocused eyes also sensed something and looked over.
When their eyes met, Ade Misol suddenly covered his face with his hands. He panicked and leaned against the corner of the wall, moving step by step.
Very quickly, he moved to the side door and staggered out.
"Is this necessary? Didn't I nearly blind you last time … But I didn't do anything … Seriously, it's as if I'm a great devil. "Klein's expression stiffened slightly.
He shook his head with a smile and stopped thinking about the "monster." He came to the stall that had been set up and began his selection and purchase.
Half an hour later, Klein had used up most of his private stash of money, which amounted to a few pounds.
Counting the remaining three pounds and seventeen soli on him, he touched the metal bottles in the inner pocket of his black trench coat with a pained and satisfied expression.
"This is the Amantha extract that Ma 'am Daly used."
"This is powder mixed with the bark and leaves of a dragon-patterned tree."
"Essential oil extracted from Slumber Flowers."
"Dried chamomile petals."
"This is the Holy Night Powder that I concocted using my own ingredients."
…
Klein repeatedly recalled the items in each pocket so that he wouldn't be flustered during an emergency and fail to find the ingredients he needed.
With his uniqueness in mysticism, he quickly finished memorizing the items and walked towards the exit.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
It was a young lady dressed in a light green dress. Her black hair was soft and glossy, and her face was rather round. Her eyes were slender, and she had a sweet appearance and a gentle bearing.
It's that lady whose body was trembling abnormally? She does look fine … I never expected her to be a mysticism enthusiast … Klein slowed down and thought for a few seconds before finally recalling who she was.
He had to admit that other than Justice, whose looks he couldn't discern, this young lady was the prettiest lady he had seen ever since he transmigrated to this world.
The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a stall that sold mysticism books. In a slightly impolite manner, she half-squatted down and caressed an ancient book with her fingers.
The ancient book had a cover made of dark black paper, and on it were the words "Book of Witches" in Hermes.
"There are records of witches' black magic inside. Although I didn't dare to try it, others have. It's indeed effective." The stall owner seized the opportunity to promote it.
The sweet and gentle lady pondered for a few seconds.
"What do witches look like to you?"
"Witches? Evildoers who bring disaster, disease, and pain, "the stall owner replied after some thought.
Klein didn't hear their conversation because he had already walked out the door. He was in a hurry to get to the Deweyville Library. He was in a hurry to settle everything and return home to make dinner for his siblings — tomato oxtail soup.
…
Baekeland, Crown Racecourse.
Audrey Hall was wearing a white dress with goat's leg sleeves, ruffled edges, and lace on her chest. She stood in the VIP box and looked at the galloping horses.
She wore a gauze hat with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and her hands were covered with light-colored tulle gloves. Her eyes were cold and distant, as though she couldn't join the bustling scene.
Just as the horses were crossing the finish line, her friend, Viscount Glaint, came over and lowered his voice.
"Audrey, you have a different kind of beauty every time I see you."
"Is there something?" In the past, Audrey might have been briefly immersed in his praise, but now, she could tell from Glaint's words and demeanor that his friend had other motives.
Glaint had inherited the title of viscount at the age of twenty due to his father's early death. He was a thin and weak young man.
He looked around and chuckled, "Audrey, I've met a true Beyonder, one that doesn't belong to the royal family."
You say that every time, and you disappoint me every time … Audrey looked straight ahead and smiled elegantly.
"Really?"
"I swear on my father's honor that I've seen his Beyonder powers," Glaint replied softly.
Audrey wasn't as excited about this as she used to be, as she was already a Beyonder. However, considering that she didn't want to arouse Glaint's suspicions, she widened her eyes and smiled in pleasant surprise. She asked with a trembling voice,
"When can I see him?"
Hmm, it's good to meet other Beyonders. I can't resolve every trivial matter on the Tarot … Besides, I need my own resources, resources that I can use to exchange with Mr. Fool and The Hanging Man … Not everything can be resolved with money … Phew, I'll have to be thrifty after sending that thousand pounds …
Glaint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction. He looked at the racecourse outside.
"Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literature and music salon at my house."
…
Deweyville Library.
Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket and placed them in front of the administrators.
"I'm a probationary inspector from the Special Operations Department of the Awwa County Police Department. I need your cooperation in my investigation," he said in a deep voice as he recalled the police movies he had watched in the past.
The administrators flipped through the documents and badges, looked at each other, and nodded.
"Officer, please feel free to ask."
Klein read out the names of the journals, New Archaeology, and finally said,
Finally, he said, "I want the borrowing records of these journals and magazines for the past two months."
He realized that one of the librarians was someone who had served him previously, but the person clearly didn't recognize him.
"Alright, please wait a moment." The administrators began to get busy and quickly found the most recent borrowing records.
Klein flipped through them seriously, searching for the names of the same journals that he had borrowed.
There weren't many such names, only one. He had borrowed them a few times, and the journals he had borrowed basically contained the ones that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing record was at the end of May, and the most recent was last Saturday, the day before Hanass Vincent's death.
Klein rubbed the borrower's information with his finger and memorized it.
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