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.

into another dark blue worker’s uniform, put on a light brown cap, and left the room. He went down the stairs

fog with a yellowish tint shrouded the surroundings. There were blurry figures of people passing by, and the cold morning

like the people around him who had gotten

man in his forties or fifties ahead of him. He wore a thick jacket and had gray hair around his temples. He

hand quivered, and the crumpled cigarette fell to the

stopped, picked it up, and handed

this old friend. There’s only a few left,” the man thanked him sincerely and accepted the

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

Klein casually asked, “Why doesn’t the

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

was uncertain if his destination

from him when he saw the man, who had spoken clearly, bend

apple core that had

stuffing the dirt-covered fruit core into his mouth. He chewed it until it was mashed up

he wiped his mouth, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled

eaten in almost

Klein’s heart, causing

myself just now. I’m a reporter, and I’m currently writing about homeless people. Can I interview you? Let’s go to

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

can stay a little bit longer after the interview and let me sleep inside for half an hour… No, fifteen minutes! That would be

for words. He just silently led his “interviewee” into

quite greasy. Due to the walls and windows inside, there were quite a few guests. The average temperature was

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

motioned for him to sit down and went to order two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with young peas, two

eat. We’ll have the interview after you eat your fill.” Once the food was ready, Klein carried them back to

man

of tea,

slightly choked voice,

sure not to eat too quickly,”

that.” The middle-aged man worked hard at eating at a slower

toast and watched quietly, waiting for the man to finish

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

journalist, Klein asked casually, “How did you become a

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

his tea, sighed,

only wait for an opportunity to enter the workhouse, but as you know, every workhouse 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 job. Yea, temporary. Soon, I’ll be jobless again and the previous process will be repeated. I have

been a

a moment and asked, “How many cigarettes do

bring them into the workhouses, but I’ll secretly hide them in the seams of my clothes. I’ll only take one