The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible. Otherwise, who would borrow those few journals without a good reason?
"Well, in such a niche field as the study of ancient ruins at the Hornciachus Peak, apart from the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, ordinary enthusiasts probably haven't even heard of it. Even the original owner, this history major from the Antigonus family's notes, only learned about it from Antigonus family notes... Even though Tingen is a university city, there shouldn't be too many people interested in this matter... Even if there are, they are mostly confined to the university campus and there is no need to go to the Deville Library to borrow them..."
"The most important thing is that the borrowing point happens to be in the recent period..."
"Upon analysis, there is indeed a problem. I was not sharp enough at that time and didn't even think of it... Ah, it seems that I don't have the talent to be a detective, like Sherlock Holmes..."
As he thought, "The owner of the 'Dragon Bar' named Sviin looked puzzled:
'Is there a problem?'"
Because there were guests and a bartender around, he could only ask in a general way.
"There is no problem. I was just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman. You know, Hanes Vanesson died at home." Klein had already prepared the words to say.
He didn't want the "Punishers" to also be interested in the ancient ruins at the Hornciachus Peak.
"Vanesson was a well-known seer in Tingen, often coming to me here." Sviin was indeed brushed aside, recalling, "After careful thinking, this gentleman in the portrait initially came with Vanesson... "
"This is exactly what I want to know. Did you remember his name?" Klein immediately asked.
Sviin shook his head and laughed:
"I won't ask my customers' names and identities unless they are people I know originally, like Old Neil."
"All right." Klein deliberately showed a hint of frustration.
For him, whether Sviin knew or not was irrelevant, because he could investigate at the Deville Library.
When borrowing books from a privately donated library, one's personal information would definitely be left behind, and it was a sufficiently credible type!
You know, Klein had managed to get the borrowing card by relying on the introduction letter with the seal left by the senior associate professor.
Even if that gentleman forged the materials, there was a high possibility of leaving clues that would help me with the divination... Klein watched Sviin walk towards the bar counter, thoughtfully entering the billiards room.
He didn't rush to investigate at the Deville Library right away, planning to first complete the purchase. After all, no one could tell for sure whether there would be danger later or if there would be places that needed the use of ritual magic.
After passing through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market. At this time, the stalls and customers were quite scarce, obviously not yet at the peak stage.
Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly saw the "monster" Ademisor, who had mentioned the smell of death before, standing in the corner.
This pale-faced young man, with his eyes glazed over and terrifying madness, also noticed it. Looking over, their eyes met, and Ademisor suddenly reached out to cover his face, panickingly leaning against the corner, moving step by step.
Soon, he moved to the side door and staggered out.
"Is it necessary to do this? It was just that I almost blinded you with that smell last time... But I did nothing... Really, it's like I'm a big devil." Klein's expression was slightly stiff.
He shook his head and smiled, not thinking about the "monster" anymore, coming to the prepared stalls, and began to purposefully select and purchase.
Half an hour later, Klein spent most of his private money, using a total of several pounds.
Counting the remaining 3 pounds and 17 shillings in his pockets, he was both sad and satisfied, touching the metal bottles one by one in the small pocket inside his black coat.
"This is the 'Andamada' pure essence used by Ms. Daley."
"This is the powder made from the bark and leaves of the dragon-leaf tree." "The essential oil extracted from the deep sleep flower."
"The dried chrysanthemum flower petals."
"This is the 'Holy Night Powder' that I just prepared using the ingredients myself." ...
Klein repeatedly recalled the contents of each small pocket to avoid being disorganized and unable to find the desired materials in an emergency.
Drawing on his special abilities in the mysterious field, he quickly completed his memory and walked towards the exit.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a vaguely familiar figure in the corner of his eye.
This was a young lady wearing a light green, lightweight dress. Her black hair was smooth and shiny, her face was round, her eyes were long and slender, and her appearance was sweet and gentle. Her temperament was refined.
Was this the young lady who trembled abnormally last time? She indeed seemed to be fine... Unexpectedly, she was also a fan of mysticism... Klein slowed down his pace, thought for a few seconds, and finally recalled who she was.
He had to admit that, apart from the "Justice" who couldn't be seen clearly, this young lady was the most beautiful-looking girl he had met since he had traveled to the other world.
The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a stall selling mysticism books, slightly disrespectfully squatting down and running her fingers over an ancient book.
The ancient book had a cover made of dark black hard paper, with the words "Book of Witches" in Hermes script printed on it.
"There are records of the dark magic of witches in it. Although I didn't dare to try it, someone did and it was indeed effective." The stall owner seized the opportunity to promote it.
The gentle and sweet lady thought for a few seconds and said:
"What do you think witches look like in your mind?"
"Witches? Evil beings that bring disasters, diseases and pain." The stall owner thought for a moment and replied.
Their conversation, Klein didn't hear because he had already hurriedly walked out of the gate. Because he was in a hurry to go to the Deville Library, to finish everything and go home to cook dinner for his brother and sister, to make tomato beef stew. ......
Bekland, Crown Racecourse.
Audrey Hall was wearing a white dress with sheepskin sleeves, ruffles, and lace on the chest. She stood in the VIP box, looking at the horses galloping rapidly.
She wore a veil with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and her hands were covered with light chiffon gloves. Her gaze was cold and distant, as if she couldn't be immersed in this lively occasion.
Just as the racehorses crossed the finish line, her friend, Lord Glalint, approached and lowered his voice:
"Audrey, every time I see you, you have a different beauty."
"What's the matter?" The Audrey of the past might have briefly immersed herself in the praise from the other person, but now, from Glalint's words and expression, she could tell that this friend had another purpose.
Glalint, due to the early death of his father, had inherited the title at the age of twenty. He was a slightly thin young man. He glanced left and right and chuckled softly:
"Audrey, I have met a truly extraordinary person, an extraordinary person not belonging to the royal family."
You always say this, and it disappoints everyone... Audrey looked ahead, gracefully opening her mouth and smiling:
"Really?"
"I guarantee with my father's reputation that I have seen his extraordinary power." Glalint replied in a low voice.
Audrey was no longer like before, feeling excited about this, because she herself was also an extraordinary person, but considering not to make Glalint suspicious, she still widened her eyes, drew an astonished smile, and tremulously asked:
"When can I see him?"
Well, seeing other extraordinary people would be fine too. Not everything can be resolved at the Tarot meeting... And I also need my own resources, the resources that can be exchanged with Mr. Fool and the Hangman... Not everything can be solved with money... Ah, after sending that one thousand pounds, I also need to save a little...
Glalint was satisfied with Audrey's reaction. Looking out at the racecourse, he said:
"Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literary and music salon at my home." ......
Inside the Deville Library.
Klein took out his identification and badge from his pocket and placed them in front of the several administrators.
"I'm a trainee inspector from the Special Operations Department of the Ahova County Police Department. I have something to ask for your cooperation in the investigation," he recalled the police and criminal dramas he had watched before and said in a low voice.
The several administrators examined the identification and badge, exchanged glances with each other, and nodded:
"Officer, please ask away."
Klein read out the names of the journals such as "New Archaeology", and finally said:
"I need the borrowing records of these journals, for the last two months."
He noticed that among the library administrators there was the one who had received him the previous time, but the other person obviously failed to recognize him.
"OK, please wait for a moment," the several administrators began to work and soon found the borrowing records for the last two months.
Klein carefully looked through them, searching for the names of the same few journals that he had borrowed.
There weren't many such names, only one. He had borrowed those journals several times in succession, and the borrowed journals basically contained the parts that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing record was in the end of May, and the most recent one was on Saturday last week, the day before Hainas Vanzant's death.
Klein stroked the information of the borrower with his fingers and firmly remembered it in his mind:
"Siris Aripis, a cloth merchant, lives at 19 Hales Street..."