Lord of the Mysteries

Who? How did that person know that I purchased the Sheriff recipe? Xio’s dark green pupils contracted as she surveyed her surroundings in astonishment, but she didn’t see anyone suspiciously watching her.

According to Mr. A, the transactions here should be very safe and confidential here…Finally, Xio couldn’t help but look at the single sofa where Mr. A, whose face was covered by a hood, sat. He was still quietly sizing people up without revealing anything odd.

She nudged Fors with her elbow and whispered, “Should I go?”

Fors took the piece of paper, glanced at it, and replied without hesitation, “Go, at least you still have Mr. A watching. No one would dare to do anything to you, so you can take the opportunity to find out what the other party’s goal is. Who knows? You might actually obtain the potion materials you want as a result?”

“That makes sense…” Xio, who was a very proactive person, immediately nodded to the attendant, followed him to the study, and finally, put on a hooded robe.

This hood can cover my entire face, so much so that I can’t see the path in front of me… Having worn the hood, Xio opened the door and saw a man dressed in a tuxedo sitting behind a desk.

The man wore a golden mask that revealed his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and cheeks, but it was impossible to identify him.

The light brown eyes behind the golden mask shifted as the man pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said, “Have a seat.”

His voice was deliberately hoarse; otherwise, there was nothing special about it.

Xio closed the door to the study, stuck her chest out and raised her head, and sat down in the designated position without feeling intimidated. She then asked, “Do you have the main ingredients for the Sheriff potion?”

The masked man chuckled and said, “Yes, I have the eyes of a Terror Demon Worm and the right palm of a Silver War Bear.

“In fact, that Sheriff potion formula you bought was sold on my behalf…”

No wonder… Xio was often mocked as a brainless person by her good friends, but to survive in the circle of Beyonders, in the gangs of the East Borough, and among the poor, she wasn’t a completely reckless person. She had the intuition for danger that was akin to a wild beast.

She asked in a deep voice, “Why are you doing this?”

“To select suitable helpers.” The masked man chuckled. “With your financial situation, it’ll be difficult for you to gather the money needed for these two Beyonder ingredients in a short period of time. Of course, you can sell the formula at other Beyonder gatherings, but please, believe me, this will bring you unnecessary danger. Our circles might not overlap, but I’m not the only person.”

Xio frowned and said, “Since you have such a massive organization and possess the formulas to the Sheriff and Arbiter potions, why do you need my help?”

“There are certain matters we do not wish to deal with ourselves. There are many reasons, but there’s no need for me to tell you that. And every Arbiter that embarks on the journey as a Beyonder by themselves has, more or less, some connection with the aristocracy. This is something we need,” the masked man explained, simply.

It seems like he doesn’t know about my origins, nor is he aware of my reputation in the East Borough… Xio relaxed a little.

The masked man continued, “Just treat it as additional missions beyond the Beyonder gatherings. I will give you some missions and pay you with the corresponding rewards. If you feel that it’s dangerous, you can reject them. This is a fair and free trade. Once you save up enough money, you can purchase the ingredients from me.”

This… Xio, who was still struggling with her financial situation, suddenly had her heart stir. She continued acting reserved for nine seconds before she said, “As long as I have the right to reject missions, I can consider it.”

“No problem.” The masked man laughed. “We can agree on where and how we’ll meet in the future. To make you feel at ease, we’ll concede the right to decide the details to you.”

Although Xio was still baffled and didn’t understand why the other party was offering her missions

she couldn’t identify any

…

the whole of Sunday. He spent a total of 6 pounds 9 soli to restore

from Meursault’s estate. Sigh, the chances are slim since it’s, at best, just a portion. Klein placed the invoices and

alone, he had made quite a killing. Meursault’s Beyonder characteristic was worth

all of this was that Klein had

sweater, a grayish-blue worker’s coat, and a cap, Klein went out,

few steps. He saw a seemingly heavy black wooden door and a nearly two-meter-tall brawny man

him from pushing open the door, but his throat moved when he

when the bar was experiencing its peak business. Before Klein even entered, he felt a heat wave engulf him.

in the middle of the bar. One of them was having a rat-baiting with dogs competition, and the other stage

alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat emanated. Klein lifted his gold-rimmed glasses and pinched his nose. While protecting his belongings, he squeezed his way to the bar

anything, he said, “One glass of Southville

best beer

pence,” the bartender replied

handful of coins and counted out five pence before handing them over in exchange for a large wooden cup of

front of it, many beers can’t even be called alcohol and can only

cup and took a swig. It was cool and refreshing, first bitter and fragrant, but later, the flavor of malt burst out. It had

at the tiny white bubbles and

bartender stopped wiping the glass in his hand as he looked up and observed Klein for a few seconds before

“Billiard room 3.”

spirit of not wasting anything, Klein carried the cup and walked to the third billiard

light tap, he

stopped and looked towards the

silence, Klein hurriedly added,

with a big nose and a linen

to the side of his mouth, and his nose was a typical brandy nose, one that

hand and saw that Kaspars’s billiard opponent had put aside his cue stick like clockwork and left the room before closing the door

Kalinin hobbled over and asked,

custom revolver and fifty rounds.” Klein took another sip of

gave the price. “This will definitely be more expensive than a regular weapons store. The

notes he prepared

for the notes’ authenticity

than you look. Give me five

leaned against

at the currently trendy billiards and found it to be very similar to snooker

you, Emperor Roselle… He nearly lost his composure and

the door open and entered, carrying a package wrapped in brown paper and two five-soli