The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible. Otherwise, who would borrow those journals for no reason?

"Well, the ancient ruins research of the main peak of Honachis is such an unpopular field that, apart from the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, most enthusiasts probably haven't heard of it. Even the original owner, a university student graduating from the history department, only learned about it from the Antigonus family notes... Although Tingen City is a university city, there shouldn't be too many people interested in this matter... Even if there are, most of them are on university campuses, so there is no need to borrow it from the Deville Library..."

"Most importantly, the borrowing period happened to be during this recent period..."

"After analyzing it this way, there really is something wrong. I wasn't sharp enough at the time and didn't even think of it... Oh, it seems I don't have the talent to be a detective or play Sherlock Holmes...

As his thoughts flashed, Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, asked doubtfully:

"Any questions?"

Because there were guests and a bartender around, he could only ask in general terms.

"No problem. I'm just thinking about how to investigate this gentleman. You know, Heinus Vincent died at home." Klein had already prepared his words.

He didn't want the "Manufactured Punishers" to become interested in the ancient ruins on the main peak of Honachis.

"Vincent is a well-known fortune teller in Tingen City, and he often comes to my place." Swain was indeed perfunctorily brushed off, and recalled, "Thinking carefully, the gentleman in the portrait did come here with Vincent at the beginning..."

"That's exactly what I want to know. Do you remember his name?" Klein asked immediately.

Swain shook his head.

"I won't ask for my customers' names and identities unless they are already known to me, like Old Neil."

“Okay.” Klein deliberately revealed a hint of frustration.

To him, it didn't matter whether Swain knew or not, because he could go to the Deville Library to investigate.

When borrowing books from this kind of privately donated library, you will inevitably leave your personal information, and it must be credible enough!

You know, Klein got his library card with the help of a letter of introduction from a senior associate professor with his seal.

Even if that gentleman forged the information, there is a high possibility that he would leave clues that can help me with divination... Klein watched Swain walk to the bar and walked into the billiard room thoughtfully.

He was in no hurry to go to Deville Library to investigate, and planned to complete the purchase first. After all, no one could tell whether there would be any danger in the future or whether there would be any places that required the use of ritual magic.

After walking through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market. At this time, there were very few stalls and customers, and it was obviously not yet at its peak.

He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly saw the "monster" Admisol, who had said last time that he smelled like death, standing in the corner.

The young man with a pale face and a dazed look in his eyes that revealed a terrifying madness also noticed something and looked over.

When their eyes met, Admisol suddenly covered his face with his hands, leaned towards the corner in panic, and moved forward step by step.

Soon, he moved to the side door and staggered out.

“Is this necessary? It’s just that I almost blinded you last time… but I didn’t do anything… 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. He came to the stall and began to select and buy things purposefully.

Half an hour later, Klein had used up most of his private savings, amounting to several pounds.

After counting the remaining 3 pounds and 17 soli notes on his body, he touched the metal bottles in the small pocket on the inside of his black windbreaker with a mixture of heartache and satisfaction.

"This is the 'Amanda' hydrosol that Ms. Daly used."

"This is a powder mixed with the bark and leaves of the dragon pattern tree."

“Essential oil extracted from the Deep Sleep Flower.”

"Dried basil petals."

"This is the 'holy night powder' that I just mixed with the ingredients."

…

Klein recalled over and over again what was in each small pocket, so as to avoid being caught off guard in an emergency and not being able to find the materials he needed.

Relying on his special abilities in the mysterious realm, he quickly completed his memory and walked towards the exit.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

This is a young lady wearing a light green long dress. She has soft and shiny black hair, a round face, slender eyes, a sweet appearance and a gentle temperament.

Is it the lady who was shaking abnormally last time? She really looks fine... I didn't expect that she is also a fan of mysticism... Klein slowed down his pace and thought for a few seconds. Finally, he remembered who the other person was.

He had to admit that, apart from "Justice" whose appearance he couldn't see clearly at the moment, this young lady was the most beautiful girl he had seen since he traveled to the other world.

The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a stall selling occult books, half-knelt down in a slightly rude manner, and stroked an ancient book with her fingers.

The ancient book had a cover made of dark black cardboard, with the words "Book of Witches" written on it in Hermetic text.

“It contains records of witches’ black magic. Although I haven’t dared to try it, some people have tried it and it is indeed effective.” The stall owner seized the opportunity to promote his product.

The gentle and sweet lady hesitated for a few seconds and said:

"What do you think a witch looks like?"

"Witch? An evil person who brings disaster, disease and pain." The stall owner thought for a moment and replied.

Klein didn't hear their conversation because he had already walked out of the door quickly. He was in a hurry to go to the Deville Library and finish everything to go home and make dinner for his brother and sister, tomato oxtail soup.

…………

Backlund, Crown Racecourse.

Audrey Hall, wearing a white dress with leg-of-mutton sleeves, ruffles and lace on the chest, stood in the VIP box and looked at the galloping horses.

She wore a gauze hat inlaid with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and light-colored tulle gloves. Her eyes were cold and distant, as if she could not participate in this lively occasion.

Just as the horses crossed the finish line, her friend, Viscount Glint, came closer and said in a low voice:

"Audrey, every time I see you, you are beautiful in a different way."

"What's the matter?" In the past, Audrey might have briefly immersed herself in the other party's compliments, but now, she could tell from Grellint's words and expression that this friend had other purposes.

Because his father died young, Greylint inherited the title when he was just 20 years old. He was a slightly thin young man. He looked around and laughed softly:

"Audrey, I met a real extraordinary person, an extraordinary person who does not belong to the royal family."

You always say this, and every time it disappoints me... Audrey looked ahead, smiled gracefully and said:

"Really?"

"I swear on my father's honor. I have seen his extraordinary power." Greylint replied in a low voice.

Audrey was no longer as excited as before, because she was also a Beyonder. However, considering the need to avoid raising suspicions among Grellint, she still opened her eyes wide, put on a surprised smile, and asked in a trembling voice:

"When can I see him?"

Well, it would be good to meet other Beyonders. I can’t take every little thing to the Tarot Club to solve it… And I also need my own resources, resources that I can exchange with Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man… Not everything can be solved with money… Phew, after sending that thousand pounds, I have to save a little…

Glallint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction. He looked at the racecourse outside and said:

"Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literary and musical salon at my home."

…………

Inside the Deville Library.

Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket and placed them in front of several administrators.

"I'm a trainee inspector in the Special Operations Division of the Ahowa County Police Department. I need your cooperation in investigating something." He said in a deep voice, recalling the police and gangster movies he had watched in the past.

Several administrators looked through their certificates and badges, glanced at each other, and nodded.

"Officer, please feel free to ask any 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, from the last two months."

He found that among the librarians was the person who had received him last time, but the other party obviously did not recognize him.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Several administrators began to get busy and quickly found the most recent borrowing records.

Klein flipped through the pages carefully, looking for the names of the same journals he had borrowed.

There weren't many names like this, only one. He had borrowed several times. The journals he borrowed basically included the ones Klein knew. The earliest borrowing record was at the end of May, and the most recent was last Saturday, the day before Heinus Vincent died.

Klein stroked the borrower's information with his fingers and memorized it firmly in his mind:

"Sirius Aripis, a cloth merchant, lives at No. 19, Halls Street..."