In a cramped room in the City of Silver.
Sun Derrick Berg sat by the bed, quietly recalling the information he had obtained on the seven deities.
The names of the deities that he had never heard of and the specious ancient myths were all telling him of a completely different New World than the City of Silver.
Is that a land that hasn't been abandoned by the gods? Or should I say, a land protected by a new deity? Derrick sat in the darkness without any additional movements. From time to time, lightning would flash across the window, bringing with it a strong light.
He slowly focused his thoughts on the authorities that the seven deities wielded and compared them with the ancient deities like the Dragon of Imagination Ankewelt.
The so-called God of Combat is very close to the Giant King, Aurmir. The authority of the Lord of Storms is similar to that of the Elf King, Soniathrym. The Evernight Goddess seems to be a combination of the King of Demonic Wolves, Flegrea, and the Vampire Ancestor, Lilith. The Eternal Blazing Sun, Earth Mother, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the God of Steam and Machinery aren't similar …
Regarding the myths and legends, I didn't pay enough attention in class and missed out a lot of things …
Phew, since I don't have any patrol missions, I'll go to the steeple library and read through the information.
Derrick suddenly stood up and did as he thought of it.
His problem was also the problem of most of the residents of the City of Silver. When receiving general education, the focus was on practical courses like Demonology, Monster Classification, Charms, and Extraordinary Basic. They were all used to deal with monsters in the depths of the darkness and increase the production of edible plants. When listening to supplementary subjects like mythology, they often weren't focused enough.
If it wasn't for the fact that the history of the City of Silver made the residents more united, increasing everyone's sense of honor and mission, and that the six-member council was very strict in this aspect, Derrick believed that he would only be able to remember what had happened in the last twenty to thirty years.
Carrying the Axe of Hurricane, Derrick walked out of his house and walked along the clean but ancient mottled stone path until he reached the twin towers in the north of the city.
One of the twin towers' spire was the City of Silver's library, the place where merit points were exchanged, and daily necessities were distributed. The other spire belonged to the six-member council, a mystical item that was rumored to have supported the City of Silver for more than two thousand years. It was a recipe and material warehouse.
After entering the steeple, Derrick went straight to the third floor. Based on his impression, he found the bookshelf with mythological information and the corresponding ancient books.
He had just taken a fancy to an ancient book that was related to the creation myth. Just as he was about to pull it out, he discovered that a hand with slender fingers, fair skin, and a beautiful shape had snatched the book away before him.
Derrick traced the arm, and after a glance, he lowered his head, pressed his hand to his chest, and greeted in a deep voice.
"Hello, Elder Lovia."
The person who took the book was a member of the six-member council, Shepherd Lovia.
Lovia was wearing a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns. Her silver-gray hair was thick but slightly curly.
Her face was smooth and tender, and her eyebrows were gorgeous. She looked to be in her early thirties, and her light gray eyes seemed to be able to see through souls.
"Yes." In the face of Derrick's greeting, Lovia nodded slightly and didn't say anything else. She silently took the book and left between the two rows of bookshelves.
Elder Lovia seems to have become normal. Unlike before, she would always switch between different states irregularly. Sometimes she would cry, sometimes she would sneer, sometimes she would snort angrily, and sometimes she would be indifferent … Such thoughts flashed through Derrick's mind subconsciously.
Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable sense of fear.
Because Elder Lovia is normal …
Normal …
…
After flipping through all the dossiers, Klein didn't find any records regarding animals.
It was obvious that he had overlooked this problem during his previous investigations.
Yes, I have to remember my previous thoughts. I can't recklessly investigate on my own. Ignoring the fact that I don't have enough special abilities to avoid the Devil's premonition and grasp of danger, just the possibility of encountering the Nighthawks in charge is already very troublesome. My goal has always been to assist, analyze the case, come up with guesses, and determine the authenticity of the clues … Klein considered the problem of what he should do.
After understanding the Devil's abilities, he temporarily didn't dare to hand over the investigation of whether the suspects had pets to Stuart. There was a high chance that it would cause the deaths of the suspects.
It's only a preliminary investigation without any specific direction. Stuart shouldn't encounter anything. The Devil isn't a bunch of lunatics from the Aurora Order. He won't take the initiative to expose himself. Stuart will definitely be able to submit the report tomorrow or the day after. Perhaps there are clues hidden in there that others can't detect. Klein stood up and paced back and forth in the activity room with his hands in his pockets.
The problem he was facing now was how to get the main force of the investigation to include animals in their line of sight.
It definitely wouldn't do to mention it directly. That would arouse suspicion. It's the same if it's too obvious … Sigh, I'm not a Spectator. I don't have Beyonder powers in this area … Klein thought carefully and deliberated before finally deciding on a plan.
He took out a piece of paper, held a fountain pen, and wrote:
"Dear Mr. Stanton,
"I thought of a problem. Previously, when the detectives were discussing it, they all felt that the murderer's actions were very skillful, without any signs of jerkiness. He's very experienced, and I believe that it's impossible for him to be born with it. There has to be a lot of experience as a foundation, such as a medical student in surgery or a butcher in a butcher shop.
"Back then, I guessed that he might have done similar cases in the past. This is one of the directions of the investigation, and it's also what I'm currently paying attention to.
"But after thinking about it over and over again for the past two days, I believe that it's incomplete. Perhaps, he doesn't rely on killing people to gain experience.
"Is there a possibility that he's using pitiful animals to practice his skills? Living animals, different kinds of animals. "
"The number of animals that die in Baekeland every day is uncountable, and no one knows of the ones that disappear into the depths of the sewers. These are good targets for practice.
"These are some of my immature views. I wish to share them with you."
"Sherlock Moriarty."
Klein didn't directly mention that the murderer might be a demonized animal. He found another reason to practice his skills, hoping that Eichinger Stanton would notice the neglected Animal World and alert the official Beyonders in charge.
As he wrote, he suddenly felt that this was also a direction.
The reason why the Devil hadn't been captured was because it spent most of its time hunting animals.
And animals hunting animals wasn't something worth paying attention to.
Let's do it this way. I hope it will give them some inspiration … Klein folded the letter, dressed neatly, and went to the mailbox at the end of the street to deliver it.
Fifteen minutes later, Lawyer Jurgen watched Detective Sherlock pass by the oriel window again and again. He finally couldn't help but open the door and politely ask,
He finally couldn't help but open the door and politely ask, "Mr. Moriarty, did you forget your keys?"
"Uh, I guess so." Klein forced a smile.
"Why don't you come to my place as a guest? You can go back after dinner and it's dark. I know that you private detectives are very good at climbing, "Jurgen invited with a serious expression.
That works too? Klein was stunned for a second before he smiled sincerely.
"That would be my honor."
Lawyer Jurgen's grandmother was at the level of a chef!
Furthermore, I can stroke the cat!
…
After the sky turned completely dark, Klein, who had eaten and drunk his fill, rested at home for a while, took his cane, and left Minsk Street.
He planned on making another trip to Rose Street south of the Bridge to ask Bishop Utravsky about the origins of the Master Key.
With the help of the dowsing rod technique, he successfully arrived at the Harvest Church in the dead of night and sneaked in according to the previous route.
However, Bishop Utravsky didn't repent in the cathedral hall tonight. In the silence and darkness, there were only rows of seats.
He's resting? Puzzled, Klein walked towards the living area at the back of the hall.
Just as he rounded the corner, he suddenly saw the giant-like Bishop Utravsky walking up the stairs to the basement. The heavy stone door was banging loudly.
Who did he detain in the basement? Klein instantly thought of a series of unhealthy news.
Bishop Utravsky looked up and saw Klein in his previous disguise. He was surprised and asked in a daze, "What's wrong with you?
After a pause, he asked, "You haven't found your way home?"
… Do I look like someone who's been lost for so long? Klein forced a smile.
"Father, I'm not lost."
"You think that formula is fake? That's impossible … "Bishop Utravsky frowned and stopped halfway up the stairs.
This way, he was on par with Klein.
"No, it's real," Klein answered honestly.
At this moment, the stone door to the basement was slammed again. It became more and more intense, accompanied by a male voice saying, "Let me out."
"What's this?" Klein couldn't help but ask.
Bishop Utravsky smiled warmly.
"A vampire."
Just as he said that, the man in the basement shouted.
"What's wrong with vampires? Vampires should be locked up here by you? Should they listen to your nagging every day and listen to you reciting scriptures? Pui, I'm a noble Sanguine. Don't use such a vulgar term to describe me! "
"Let me tell you, I worship the moon and will never change my faith to Earth Mother! Give up, you despicable priest! "
This was the first time Klein had met a real vampire, so he couldn't help but ask,
He couldn't help but ask, "Father, where did you catch him?"
Bishop Utravsky looked at Klein with a strange expression.
"He's the original owner of the Master Key."
"One day, he got lost and walked into this cathedral."
"…" Klein seriously considered whether he should carry the Master Key with him in the future.
Thankfully, I know divination … he thought rejoicingly.
"It just so happened that he entered a state of thirst for blood, and I discovered something abnormal," Bishop Utravsky added with a smile.
"Pui, don't mention blood to me! What I need is the blood of a beautiful girl, not a dirty old man like you! "The vampire in the basement suddenly became irritable.
Bishop Utravsky explained without any anger.
"When he thirsts for blood, I'll get him some of mine."
Klein nodded and took a closer look. He discovered that the heavy stone door in the basement was engraved with the Sacred Emblem of Life and many mysterious symbols, forming a complete seal.
In the daytime, when there are more people praying, I'm afraid even the sound won't be able to be heard … Klein made a preliminary judgment.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Bishop Utravsky asked.
Klein answered frankly, "Yes.
"I want to know where the Master Key first came from."
"Then you'll have to ask him." Bishop Utravsky pointed to the basement.
The vampire inside suddenly fell silent before smiling leisurely.
"Friend, I can answer your question."
"But the premise is that you have to rescue me first."
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