Lord of the Mysteries

Mr. A? That sounds more like a code name for a criminal rather than a powerful man of mystery. It can’t be compared to The Fool at all… No, only gods or demigods can be compared to Mr. Fool… Audrey felt a sense of superiority as she thought about this.

She looked calmly at Mr. A and spoke to Fors and Xio Derecha with a hushed tone, “Are there any stories about this man?”

The hooded Viscount Glaint was equally curious.

Xio Derecha replied sternly, “There were several such incidents in the past. Sequence 8 Beyonders, some even at Sequence 7, have targeted and tried to deal with Mr. A, but they’ve all mysteriously disappeared.”

“So he truly is a powerful Beyonder,” Glaint marveled.

They walked into the room as they spoke. The guards immediately closed the door behind them.

After adjusting to the gas lamp’s light in the room, Audrey saw two blackboards with several phrases written across them right in front of her.

At that moment, Fors, who had an unlit cigarette in her hand, whispered, “Those are the requests of the members of this gathering. You should be able to understand that many people do not wish for others to know what they possess to avoid being a target of greedy people. Thus, they write their requests, or what they are selling, as well as the rough price on the blackboards anonymously.”

Audrey nodded. She didn’t care to observe the members of the meeting; instead, she shifted her gaze to the words on the left board.

“I need a pair of eyes from a mature Manhal Fish.”

“The dust left behind by vengeful spirits, 165 pounds.”

“Three pages from Emperor Roselle’s notebook, 20 pounds.”

Audrey couldn’t maintain the state of her Spectator when she saw that. She was as shocked as she was excited.

These prices… these prices are too… too cheap! She thought in excitement and joy.

As she walked, her gaze shifted as she saw other notices.

“Tears of an Infant flower, 200 pounds.”

“Mummy Powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds.”

“Fishman Secretion, 30 ml, 29 pounds.”

“Formula for Sequence 8 potion Sheriff, 450 pounds.”

…

Too… just too cheap! The Beyonder ingredients all cost less than 300 pounds!Audrey’s eyes sparkled as she found a place to sit together with her companions.

over and whispered into her ear, “Do you have anything

breathed heavily. Emperor Roselle’s famous quote flashed through her mind:

a lady adored

them in name before her father, Count Hall, passed away, or when she got married. Every year, she received a corresponding

25,000 pounds a year, making her

she was receiving annual payouts, she could no longer pester her parents for money all the

him, and I think that the special symbols

you are becoming more and more hypocritical… She added in her

had said that, a young man in a white shirt sitting near them stood up excitedly. He agreed with Audrey, “Yes! That’s true! I’ve finally met someone who shares the same opinion as

the notebook, and I can sell them to you right

first before she replied with a smile, “Then please allow me to express my

out a pair of 10-pound notes and handed them over to the man, then received the three pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary in exchange. Of course, no one here knew that they were part of his diary, and thus everyone generally called

and confirmed that the writing

“Who can I look for if the notes are

A will not allow any fraud to take place in his gathering. And I could help you

understand.” Audrey entered her Spectator state and

now. They were observing Audrey and Glaint, some making it obvious while others were more discreet, but Audrey and Glaint’s hoods

furniture is rather normal, indicating that the person who gathered them here, Mr. A, isn’t a noble

gaze often lingering on those who have above-average looks… He’s lecherous… Why is he looking at me so frequently? Can

shocked at this deduction. She felt disgusted, as if she had

Mr. A was not looking at her body

that his eyes cannot see through fabric directly. His sense of sight is exceptional. It’s as if he’s observing me at a close distance. With that ability, the hood won’t achieve much. Audrey calmly

whispered to Audrey’s group, “You can write your requests on a piece of paper and pass them to me, or wait

the surroundings cautiously. “Have you considered

promise and told Audrey and Viscount Glaint about all the Sequence pathways

saying, “Spectator, I want to become a Spectator.

and Xio Derecha in the future, making it highly possible that they would realize that she was a Beyonder, a Spectator. Thus, she decided to take this opportunity to reveal this to them and completely conceal the fact that the Tarot Club

I’ll be wasting some money, it’ll still

looking at the blackboards

Sheriff. She’s looking at the 450-pound price tag? Well, it’s obvious that she

year, and she has been unknowingly acting the role of an Arbiter. Her potion should

me

deducing all of

formula

me, health and not having to worry about major illnesses and harm is the

rational decision. I once dreamed of becoming an Apothecary.”

a rather languid

to the facilitator. They looked on as the facilitator