Lord of the Mysteries

On a luxurious carriage on their way leaving Count Hall’s villa.

Luke was chatting with Ma’am Mary about the distinguished guests, such as the chairman of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council and chief of the National Weather Service, Sir Ders Shaw; or the council member of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council and president of the Royal Meteorological Society; House of Commons Member of Parliament, Mr. Cave; or Midseashire Medical Health’s director-in-charge and renowned doctor, Mr. Hawkesley.

They were all influential figures in the government, and the royal family or parliament. And the council’s final report would be the most important basis for the planned Anti-Pollution Act and Smoke Emission Act.

The Coim Company, which specialized in anthracite and charcoal, was trying to promote and expedite the development, disrupting older but larger competitors from handling the changes.

“They will certainly not be stingy with their money and will certainly lobby the heavyweight Members of Parliament to interfere with our investigation. We must have a clear solution, just like what Mr. Hibbert Hall said. We need to take hold of public opinion and let the newspapers and magazines repeat the horrors of smoke pollution…” Luke was a senior manager at Coim, a key assistant to Coim’s major shareholder and person in control, Mary, and he himself was quite capable.

As they chatted, Luke suddenly noticed that his wife was sitting next to him without saying a word, as if she had lost her soul.

“Stelyn, what happened?” Luke asked with concern.

Stelyn jolted back to her senses, forced a smile, and said, “Nothing, I’m just a little tired.”

“That’s right. You must be extremely tense seeing so many important figures. Now, you can finally relax. Exhaustion is a very normal thing. Actually, it’s the same for me.” Luke smiled.

Stelyn didn’t respond; instead, she looked out the window towards the park with a lake.

Her ears were still ringing with the casual words of the young noble girl from before.

“450 pounds.

“A trained hound is priced between 450 and 700 pounds.”

…

City of Silver, at the bottom of the spire.

Derrick Berg was locked in a small room, eating food and taking his medicine regularly. As a result, his mental state rapidly improved as his visual and auditory hallucinations were no longer present.

I’ll be able to leave in a day or two… It’s really hard to stay locked up in such an environment for long periods of time… The former captain of the exploration team in the next cell has been locked up for 42 years, yet he’s still very lucid and rational. If it were me, I definitely would’ve gone crazy… However, the explorations and strange monsters that he spoke of are rather attractive and even terrifying… Derrick sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the candle that had burned to the end.

Before the Keepers delivered his next round of food and medicine, he would be placed in true darkness.

At that moment, he saw a gray fog spread out as the deep voice of The Fool sounded.

“Prepare for the gathering.”

a change was fleeting. Derrick focused his attention and subconsciously counted his

state was one of solitude,

was no longer counting his heartbeats, quickly thought of a

be discovered and detected when I’m within the confines of the seal of the mystical object at the bottom

that had prevented the complete destruction of the City of Silver in the

come to a decision, saw endless dark

silent. Even the sound of his breathing

the former exploration team’s captain

of them used if they wished

Tak!

bent his finger and knocked

a third tap, that

sound hesitantly rang out again. Following that, both rooms

…

before returning to her bedroom while keeping track of

her father’s study, she saw that the door was ajar, and a thick stack of papers

there before… Curious, Audrey slowed down and

understand what her mistress wanted her to

trotted silently into the study, then stretched out her front paws, placed them on the edge of the table,

Audrey’s side, and said in a low

do those

district? Why did Dad suddenly commission this

stations and not paying particular attention to her, she raised her head slightly and calmly turned

report and saw

Was this commissioned by the Church of the Goddess? But why is Father given a copy? Oh, Father is a believer of the Goddess, and the Church wants him to provide some support on this matter? That’s a

a similar investigation, but she felt that this was not in accordance with her intention of guiding others behind the scenes. It was very easy to be noticed and no longer be ignored by the other

one reporting on East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district. There were

of them even mentioned the proliferation of cults, and how some Beyonders were colluding

almost three. She quickly gave up on reading

she picked up a book and used it as a disguise

…

already appeared inside the majestic palace via the dark red, illusory light and found herself beside the ancient

stood up, and bowed in the direction of

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~”

light nod in response, she then respectively greeted The Hanged Man, The World, and company. She keenly