Lord of the Mysteries

Inside the soon-to-be abandoned medical school building, Audrey suddenly felt adrift as she took a detour to leave the gathering which had just ended. She saw the familiar thick gray fog and the blurry figure situated in the center high above.

“This is a clue.”

Accompanying Mr. Fool’s solemn voice were scenes that looked like a film reel, a colored one at that!

A man who wasn’t particularly muscular but was nearly two meters tall in height was wearing a black priest robe and standing in the shadows. His light yellow hair was slightly curled, and his dark brown eyes were cold with malice. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, making him look like a ferocious wolf.

A clue? A clue to the bombing on East Borough’s Dharavi Street and Gavin’s drowning? Is this the murderer? Audrey stared blankly for a moment before immediately coming to an understanding.

Mr. Fool already has a clue… He’s really impressive — No, he’s omnipotent. After sighing to herself, she turned to look at Fors.

As soon as Fors removed her mask and surgical cap and got into the carriage, she noticed Miss Audrey’s slightly strange gaze. She immediately asked in puzzlement, “Is there something on my face?”

“Nope.” Audrey looked away and sat down before removing her disguise.

Fors recalled the gathering and asked curiously, “Miss Audrey, why didn’t you announce that you were purchasing the Spectator formula? You could’ve established contact with the Psychology Alchemists that way.”

She remembered that the generous Miss Audrey had remained silent most of the time and only sold some spirituality-infused materials and responded to buying other varieties accordingly.

Audrey smiled faintly and said, “This is my first gathering in this circle. I think it’s more important to observe and wait.

“I’m looking forward to the potion formula and even more so, the mystical items, but I told myself that there’s no rush. It would be a better strategy to familiarize myself before taking action.”

This is also a ‘professional habit’ of the Spectator pathway. Moreover, there were no Beyonder ingredients like Dark Patterned Black Panther Spinal Fluid or Spring of the Elves Marrow Crystals which Mr. World wishes to obtain… Audrey silently added.

Looking at the girl who wasn’t eighteen yet, Fors suddenly felt that she was more mature than ever before.

She suddenly laughed at herself and said, “If I had been like you back then, I wouldn’t have wasted such a precious opportunity.”

Audrey gave a reserved smile as a response before saying, “I’ll ask some special friends in the morning if they have any leads on the Dharavi Street bombing. Wait for the information at the same place with Xio.”

“Alright.” Fors nodded without any doubts.

…

Instead of returning to Minsk Street, Klein slept in the one-bedroom apartment in East Borough’s Black Palm Street.

He was afraid that the suspected murderer in the black priest robe had accomplices who could be searching the streets for him.

Although the probability of meeting him wasn’t high, and he had disguised himself ahead of time so that it was unlikely he could be recognized, his divination indicated that there was a possibility. To be cautious, Klein made do and decided to spend the night at East Borough.

blue worker’s uniform, put on a light brown cap, and left the room. He went

surroundings. There were blurry figures

like the people around him who had gotten up

walking, he saw a man in his forties or fifties ahead of him. He wore a thick jacket and had gray hair around his temples. He was pacing in

the crumpled cigarette fell to the ground

it up, and

without this old friend. There’s only a few left,” the man thanked him sincerely and accepted the

eyes as he lamented, “I haven’t slept for another night, I don’t know how long I can last. I hope the Lord

who has been chased away. Klein casually asked, “Why doesn’t

in the day, since you can find a warmer place. Sigh,

walked beside Klein. It was uncertain if his destination was at the end of the fog or somewhere

he saw the man, who had spoken clearly, bend down

looked like an apple core that had been nibbled

before stuffing the dirt-covered fruit core into his mouth. He chewed it until it was mashed up before swallowing it down with great

wiped his

haven’t eaten in

heart, causing him to feel indescribably

just now. I’m a reporter, and

he smiled and said, “No problem,

bit longer after the interview and let me sleep inside for half an hour… No, fifteen minutes!

just silently led his “interviewee”

tables and chairs in the coffee shop were quite greasy. Due to the walls and windows inside, there were

Adam’s apple that was

went to order two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with young peas, two loaves of bread, two pieces of toast, a

food to eat. We’ll have the interview after you eat your fill.” Once the food was

is for me?” the man

of toast and a cup of tea, the rest

wiped his eyes and said with a slightly choked voice,

so long, make sure not to eat

who died just like that.” The middle-aged man worked hard at eating at a slower pace, occasionally

quietly, waiting for

workhouse, the food they give is just enough.” After a while, the man put down

a journalist, Klein asked casually, “How

away, and I also stayed in the hospital for a long period of time, losing my job, my wealth, and my family in the process. From then on, I often couldn’t find a job, and I didn’t have any money to rent a house or buy food. All I could do was wander on the different streets and in certain parks. This

of his

few days in peace, recover my strength

been a

for a moment and asked, “How many cigarettes do

into the workhouses, but I’ll secretly hide them in the seams of my clothes. I’ll only take one out to smoke during my worst hardships so that I can have some hope. I don’t know how long I can last, but let me tell you, I was a