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.

a light brown cap, and left

blurry figures of people passing by, and the cold morning

head and hurried along, just like the people around him who had gotten up early

fifties ahead of him. He wore a thick jacket and had gray hair around his temples. He was pacing in

opened the matchbox, his right hand quivered, and the crumpled

stopped, picked it up, and

There’s only a few left,” the man thanked

he lamented, “I haven’t slept for another night,

casually asked, “Why doesn’t the king and ministers allow all of you to sleep in

since you can find

had some of his strength restored, and he walked beside Klein. It was uncertain if his destination was at the

and was about to speed away from him when he saw

core that

core into his mouth. He chewed it until it

Klein’s surprised eyes, he wiped his mouth, shrugged his

eaten in almost

causing him to feel

just now. I’m a reporter, and

a moment before he smiled and said, “No problem, it’s

a little bit longer after the interview and let me sleep inside for half

led his “interviewee” into the

and windows inside, there were quite a few guests. The average temperature was indeed much higher than the

man scratched his throat, concealing his Adam’s apple that

peas, two loaves of bread, two pieces of toast, a serving of low-quality

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

the man asked

and a cup of tea, the rest is

and said with a slightly choked voice,

so long, make sure not to

an old buddy who died just like that.” The middle-aged man worked hard at eating

the toast and watched quietly, waiting for the man to

I was this full in three months, no—half a year. In the workhouse, the food they give

journalist, Klein asked casually, “How

had a wife, two cute children, a boy and a girl, but a few years ago, an infectious disease took them 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

of his tea, sighed, and

only takes in a limited number of people. With good luck, and if I queue up in time, I can spend a few days in peace, recover my strength a little, and then find a temporary

been

moment and asked, “How many

by the landlord. Heh, one can’t bring them 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