The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, otherwise who would have nothing to borrow from those journals:

"Well, in such an unpopular field as the study of the ancient ruins of the main peak of Honachis, except for the corresponding lecturers and associate professors, ordinary enthusiasts probably have never heard of it, and even the original owner, a college student who graduated from the history department, only learned about it from the notes of the Antigonus family...... Although Tingen is a university city, there should not be too many people interested in it...... Even if there were, most of them were on university campuses, and there was no need to go to the Deville Library to borrow them......"

"The most important thing is that the borrowing node happens to be the most recent time......"

"With such an analysis, there is really a problem, I was not sharp enough at the time, and I didn't even think of it...... Hey, it seems that I don't have the talent to be a detective and play Sherlock Holmes......

His thoughts flickered, and Svein, the owner of the "Dragon Bar", wondered:

"Any questions?"

Because there were guests around, there were bartenders, so he could only ask in general terms.

"No problem, I'm just wondering how to investigate this gentleman, you know, Henus Vincent died in his home. "Klein has already prepared his words.

He didn't want the "Substitutes" to also be interested in the ancient ruins of the main peak of Honaches.

"Vincent is one of the more famous soothsayers in Tingen and often comes to me. Svein was really perfunctory, and recalled, "If you think about it, the gentleman in the portrait did come with Vincent in the first place......"

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

Svein shook his head:

"I don't ask for the names and identities of my customers unless they are already known, such as Old Neil. ”

"Okay. Crane deliberately showed a hint of frustration.

It didn't matter to him whether Svein knew it or not, because he could go to the Deville library and investigate.

Borrowing books from such privately donated libraries inevitably leaves personal information, and it is the kind that has enough credibility!

You know, Klein relied on a letter of introduction with a seal from a senior associate professor to get a library card.

Even if that gentleman falsified the information, there is a high probability that he will leave clues that will help me in my divination...... Klein watched Svein walk to the bar and enter the billiard room thoughtfully.

He didn't rush to the Deville Library to investigate, and planned to complete the purchase first, after all, no one could say whether there would be danger in the future, and if there was a need to use ritual magic.

Passing through several rooms, Klein entered the underground market, which was sparsely populated with stalls and customers, apparently not yet at its peak.

He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly saw Ademisor, the "monster" who had said he had a taste of death last time, standing in the corner.

The young man, whose face was pale and his eyes were full of terrible madness, also noticed it and looked over.

When their eyes met, Ademisore suddenly reached out to cover his face, leaned against the corner in a panic, and moved step by step.

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

"Is this necessary? Didn't you almost blind you last time...... But I didn't do anything...... Really, it's like I'm a big demon. Crane's expression stiffened slightly.

He shook his head and smiled, didn't think about the "monster" anymore, came to the stall that was set up, and began to select and buy purposefully.

Half an hour later, Klein had spent most of his private money, a full few pounds.

Counting the remaining 3 pounds and 17 ssoles on his body, he stroked the metal bottles in the small pocket on the inside of his black trench coat with distress and satisfaction.

"This is the 'Amanda' hydrosol used by Ms. Daly. ”

"It's a mixture of bark and leaves of the dragon tree. ”

"Essential oil extracted from the deep sleeping flower. ”

"Dried chamomile petals. ”

"This is the 'Holy Night Powder' I just made with the ingredients. ”

......

Over and over again, Crane recalled the contents of each small pocket, lest he be in a hurry and unable to find the materials he was looking for.

Relying on his speciality in the mysterious realm, he quickly completed his memories and stepped towards the exit.

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

This is a young lady in a light long green dress, her black hair is soft and shiny, her face is round, her eyes are slender, her face is sweet, and her temperament is gentle.

Is it the young lady who was shaking abnormally last time? She does seem to be fine...... Unexpectedly, she is also a lover of occultism...... Klein slowed down, thought for a few seconds, and finally remembered who the other person was.

He had to admit that in addition to the "justice" who can't see her appearance clearly, this young lady is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen since he crossed over to another world.

The sweet and gentle young lady stood in front of a stall selling occult books, and with a slight rudeness she half-crouched down, her fingers running over an ancient book.

The cover of the ancient book was made of dark black cardboard, and the Hermetic scripts "The Book of Witches" were written on it.

"There is a record of witches' black magic in it, and although I didn't dare to try it, someone tried it, and it really worked. The stall owner seized the opportunity to sell.

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

"What does a witch look like in your mind?"

"Witches, evil ones who bring calamity, sickness, and suffering. The stall owner thought for a moment and replied.

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

............

Beckland, Crown Racecourse.

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

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

Just as the horse crossed the line, her friend Viscount Glerint approached and said in a low voice:

"Audrey, every time I see you, you have a different beauty. ”

"Is there anything going on?" Audrey used to bask briefly in the compliments, but now, she could tell from Glerint's words and demeanor that her friend had another purpose.

Glerint, who had inherited the title of knighthood just after the early death of his father, was a slightly thin young man, and he glanced left and right, and chuckled:

"Audrey, I have met a truly extraordinary, an extraordinary, who does not belong to the royal family. ”

You say that every time, and every time it disappoints...... Audrey looked ahead and said with a smile gracefully:

"Really?"

"I vouch in my father's honor that I have seen his extraordinary powers. Glerint replied in a whisper.

Audrey was not as excited about this as she used to be, for she was an extraordinary person herself, but considering not to make Glerint suspicious, her eyes widened, and she smiled in surprise, and asked in a trembling voice:

"When will I see him?"

Well, it's good to see other extraordinary people, you can't take a little thing to the tarot meeting to solve...... And I also have to have my own resources, which I can exchange with Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man...... Not everything can be solved with money...... Phew, I'll have to save a little after sending that thousand pounds......

Glerint was pleased with Audrey's reaction, and looked at the racetrack outside and said:

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

............

Inside the Deville Library.

Crane pulled his badge and badge out of his pocket and placed them in front of several administrators.

"I'm a Probationary Inspector in the Special Operations Division of the Ahowa County Police Department, and I have something I need your cooperation in. He recalled the police movies he had watched in the past and said in a deep voice.

Several administrators looked through the badges and badges, glanced at each other, and nodded:

"Officer, just ask. ”

Klein read out the names of periodicals such as New Archaeology, and concluded:

"I want the borrowing records of these periodicals and magazines, the last two months. ”

He noticed that the librarian had someone who had hosted him last time, but the other party apparently didn't recognize him.

"Okay, you wait a minute. Several administrators got busy and quickly figured out the most recent borrowing records.

Klein looked carefully, looking for the names of the same periodicals he had borrowed.

There were not many such names, but there was only one, and he borrowed them several times, and the journals he borrowed basically contained the parts that Klein knew, the earliest of which was recorded at the end of May, and the most recent of which was last Saturday, the day before the death of Henus Vincent.

Klein ran his finger over the borrower's materials, keeping them in his mind:

"Siris Arepis, a cloth merchant, lives at 19 Howles Quarter......"