Lord of the Mysteries

Sivellaus Prefecture was located west of the Loen Kingdom, across the Hornacis mountain range from the Intis Republic. And in Backlund, there was a street named after it, on the edge of Empress Borough, where the headquarters of the capital’s police department was located.

Many people chose to settle down here for the peace of mind, and Rafter Pound was one of them.

The baronet stood by the closed window in his warm activity room at Unit 29, in his cotton quilted pajamas, staring diagonally across the street at Sivellaus Yard.

He was in his early forties, but the sides of his hair had turned white. He had puffy eyes and clear wrinkles on his face. His body constantly emitted the smell of alcohol.

On the floor behind Rafter lay some torn lingerie, and opposite it was a burning fireplace.

The baronet raised his glass and gulped the rest of the liquid in it. Then, he walked slowly to the door and returned to his bedroom to get some sleep.

As there was no pipe to transfer the heat from the fireplace, he felt the bone-chilling chill of late autumn as soon as he left the activity room.

“Damn it!” Rafter Pound cursed under his breath as he staggered to the bedroom door and twisted the handle.

The bedroom was dark, with only a faint crimson glow shining in.

Rafter was about to close the door behind him and collapse into bed when his eyes suddenly froze.

A figure was sitting quietly on a chair beside the curtain!

The figure wore a pair of grayish-blue pants and a cap. The entire person was completely hidden in the shadows.

Sensing Baronet Pound’s gaze, the man slowly raised his head and looked over.

His face was painted red, yellow, and white, looking like the funniest clown!

Rafter was about to shout and run when he saw a revolver aimed at him and heard two deep and hoarse sentences.

“I advise you not to do anything unwise.

“If you cooperate, I won’t harm you, and I won’t take away your belongings—if you still have any left.”

Rafter Pound’s expression changed a few times, and he very obediently closed the bedroom door. Then, he half raised his hands and sat on the edge of the bed.

from me?” He hiccuped in his drunken stupor, and his body trembled slightly as he reminded, “Sivellaus

to you than you are to Sivellaus Yard.” Disguised as a clown, Klein had changed his voice and tone as he warned, “And

he had divined if there would be any danger in making this trip in the mysterious space above the gray fog and had obtained an answer that it was

laughed bitterly, “Here we go again… Am I never going

been many people coming to you with questions?”

the honorable old viscount, passed away, too many things have happened to me. The amiable old butler resigned for no reason and has vanished. Those servants and maids would change one after the other without warning, becoming unfamiliar and cold. They were looking for something, yes, they were looking for something, I wasn’t even ten back then. All I could do was watch, and I didn’t dare tell anyone. I was afraid that I would never wake

treasures of the Pound family, such as the Beyonder characteristics and mystical items buried near the evil spirit? The royal family and the churches must’ve realized this as the higher-ups must know about the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Conservation and Indestructibility! Since the Pound family was in ruins, these

seemed relaxed, but in reality, he could attack at

this been

the remaining people aren’t also in cahoots? “Heh heh, I pretended not to notice anything. After trembling for a few years, I was enticed by them to do drinking, sex, gambling, smoking marijuana, and all sorts of things that make me look like a piece of trash!”

fellow has some mental illness… I have no idea if what he said is true or false. In his aura, the change in his mood colors adhere to logic, but what if he just feels that he had let down the old viscount and fantasized a whole

seconds, he asked, “What did these

asked me how the two children of the old viscount died. They asked me what abnormal behavior the old viscount had over the years. I wasn’t even ten years old at the time, so I don’t

his left hand and attempted to confirm if Baronet Pound knew of

ensued. Klein said in a hoarse voice, “You really don’t seem to know

you, but it’s time

up, bowed slightly, and

excitement and appearance of having a breakdown on Rafter Pound’s face vanished. His light

intruder about to stand up straight, he immediately reverted back to his previous performance—grief, anger, madness, bitterness,

voice suddenly

“Crimson!”

Charm and threw it at Rafter with his unarmed

of serenity spread out, enveloping the baronet, causing him to shut

before are for the comparison of what shall ensue. Next, it’s the process of entering your dream and spirit channeling.” Klein patted

and entered Rafter’s dream

the blank faces of the servants and maids who had no facial features as they gave off abnormal and frightening vibes. He saw Rafter turning his head only to always to see an old face silently gazing at him, watching him curl up in the corner, shivering, and him being enveloped

make sense of the situation, but it was as though Baronet Pound had a very serious psychological trauma over these

it impossible for Klein to get

on Rafter Pound before taking out Amantha extract and other materials,

thoughts and saw the illusory image of Rafter, an

the old viscount say to you before he died?” Klein hesitated for a

Pound muddle-headedly replied, “He wants

asked again in a