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.

and whispered into her ear, “Do

Emperor Roselle’s famous quote flashed through

to inherit the aristocratic title and the main portion of the inheritance null. But as a lady adored by her parents and brothers, she had property, farmland,

possessed them in name before her father, Count Hall, passed away, or when

to 25,000 pounds a year, making her one of the richest women among the

she couldn’t avoid as a noble. And now that she was receiving annual payouts, she could no longer pester her parents for money

I have my sights on Emperor Roselle’s notebook. I adore him, and I think that the special symbols

becoming more and more hypocritical… She added

said that, a young man in a white shirt sitting near them stood up excitedly. He agreed

pages of the notebook, and I can sell them to you

before she replied with

to the man, then received the three pages of Emperor Roselle’s diary in exchange.

the pages after she received them and confirmed that the writing was

Fors softly, “Who can I look for if the notes are fake?

gathering. And I could help you mediate this privately too,”

Spectator state and surveyed the Beyonders and

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

sofas and chairs strewn all around the venue, all facing the board. The material of the furniture is rather normal, indicating that the person who gathered them here, Mr. A, isn’t a noble and doesn’t care much about the venue… Yes, with the confidence he displayed, he

all the ladies present, his gaze often lingering on those who have above-average looks… He’s lecherous… Why is he looking at me so

She felt disgusted, as if she had just

her worries quickly eased, for she noticed that Mr. A was not looking at her body or

at a close distance. With that ability, the hood won’t achieve much. Audrey calmly observed the rest of

can write your requests on a piece of paper and pass them to me, or wait till the break later to write whatever you want to sell on the

took a whiff of her cigarette and surveyed the surroundings cautiously. “Have

promise and told Audrey and Viscount Glaint about

want to become a Spectator. And, I also want the

with Fors and Xio Derecha in the future, making it highly possible that they would realize

be wasting some money, it’ll still

time, she noticed that Xio Derecha was looking at the blackboards from time to time, her expression was that of desire and

She’s looking at

she has been unknowingly acting the role

tell me that Xio lacks

was deducing all of this,

want the formula

and Xio, he explained himself with a chortle, “To me, health and not having to

I once dreamed of becoming an Apothecary.” Fors

a rather

their requests on pieces of paper and handed them over to the facilitator. They looked on as the facilitator made his way