Klein thought about it more and more and felt it was possible; otherwise, who would borrow those few journals for no reason?
"Hmm, the study of the ancient ruins of the main peak of Hornacis is such an obscure field that beyond the relevant lecturers and associate professors, ordinary enthusiasts probably haven't even heard of it. Even the original owner, a university graduate from the history department, only learned about it from the Antigonus family notes... Tingen City, though a city of universities, shouldn't have too many people interested in this... Even if there are, they're mostly within the university campus, so there's no need to specifically borrow books from Déville Library..."
"Most importantly, the borrowing period happened to be this recent time..."
"Analyzing it this way, it's really problematic. I wasn't sharp enough at the time and didn't even think of it... Sigh, it seems I don't have the talent to be a detective or play Sherlock Holmes..."
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, the owner of the "Evil Dragon Bar," Svein, asked in confusion:
"Is there a problem?"
Because there were customers and the bartender around, he could only ask vaguely.
"No problem, I was just wondering how to investigate this gentleman. You know, Haines Vansent died at home." Klein had already prepared his excuse.
He didn't want the "Punishers" to become interested in the ancient ruins of Hornacis' main peak either.
"Vansent is a well-known fortune-teller in Tingen; he often came here." Svein was indeed diverted, recalling, "Thinking carefully, the gentleman in the portrait did first come with Vansent..."
"That's what I want to know. Did you remember his name?" Klein immediately pressed.
Svein shook his head with a smile:
"I don't ask for the names and identities of my customers unless I already knew them, like Old Neil."
"Alright." Klein deliberately showed some disappointment.
For him, whether Svein knew or not was irrelevant because he could investigate at Déville Library.
Borrowing books from such a privately donated library would inevitably leave personal information, and credible information at that!
He remembered that he himself had only gotten a library card thanks to a letter of recommendation with the seal of a senior associate professor.
Even if that gentleman faked his information, it was very likely to leave clues that would help my divination... Klein watched Svein walk to the bar and thoughtfully entered the billiard room.
He didn't rush to the Déville Library to investigate, planning to first complete his purchases. After all, who knew whether he would encounter danger later or need to use ritual magic?
Passing through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market. At this time, the stalls and customers were quite sparse, clearly not yet at the peak hour.
He just took a step forward when he suddenly saw the "monster" Admissol, who had said he smelled of death last time, standing in the corner.
This young man, with a pale face and a look that was both scattered and terrifyingly mad, also noticed him and looked over.
As their eyes met, Admissol suddenly covered his face with his hands and, in panic, leaned against the wall, moving step by step.
Soon, he moved to the side door and stumbled out.
"Is it necessary to be like this? I almost blinded you last time... But I didn't do anything... Really, as if I'm a great demon." Klein's expression slightly stiffened.
He shook his head with a smile and no longer thought about the "monster," coming to the prepared stall to start selecting and purchasing with purpose.
Half an hour later, Klein had used up most of his private savings, several pounds.
Counting the remaining 3 pounds 17 shillings in notes, he both felt pained and satisfied, stroking the metal bottles in the inner pocket of his black trench coat.
"This is the 'Amanda' hydrosol that Lady Daly used."
"This is the powder of mixed dragon-pattern bark and leaves."
"The essential oil extracted from deep sleep."
"Dried chamomile petals."
"This is the 'Holy Night Powder' I just mixed myself from the materials."
...
Klein repeatedly recalled what was in each small pocket to avoid panic in an emergency and not being able to find the needed materials.
Thanks to his specialness in the mystical realm, he quickly memorized everything and walked toward the exit.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a somewhat familiar figure.
This was a young lady wearing a light green dress. Her black hair was smooth and shiny, her face round, eyes narrow and long, with a sweet appearance and gentle temperament.
Was that the young lady who was trembling abnormally last time? She seems fine now... I didn't expect she was also a mysticism enthusiast... Klein slowed his steps, thought for a few seconds, and finally remembered who she was.