Lord of the Mysteries

In Empress Borough, the opulent villa of Count Hall.

The aroma of Feynapotter’s top-quality Mount Saint Dersee coffee blended with the splendid fragrance of the Queen’s black tea to create an intoxicating symphony of smells. They lingered around the elegant three-tiered high tea tray, that served delicious and delicate desserts.

This was the high tea party organized by Audrey.

She had invited her friends of blue-blood parentage, all who were fellow enthusiasts in mysticism. They sat around her, talking and laughing.

Under Audrey’s imperceptible guidance, Jane, Murray, and the others became extremely interested in the Dark Emperor, the Hero Bandit who had appeared last night. All of them cast their eyes towards the noble-born Kance Leerhsen who had joined MI9.

“What Beyonder powers does that Dark Emperor have?” the sweet-looking Christine asked curiously.

Among the few of them, the lowest rank among their fathers was that of a viscount. It allowed them to have sufficient status and channels to understand the existence of Beyonder powers and potions in their endearing pursuit of mysticism. But just like Audrey before, they were all unwilling to join the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, the Machinery Hivemind, and MI9.

Other than that, the families that they belonged to didn’t have histories that traced back to a thousand years ago, and even the ancient aristocrats that had just been established in the Fourth Epoch of the Loen Kingdom weren’t completely loyal to the royal family or to the upper echelons of the military. They weren’t bestowed with any formulas, and even if they had Beyonder ingredients, it was unlikely that they could recognize them. They wouldn’t even know how to use them even if they did recognize them.

This limited the possibility of Murray, Christine, and the others in becoming Beyonders. They could only look forward to it, but it was difficult for them to take that crucial step.

As for whether or not their elders had collected the potion formulas and nurtured Beyonders for their families, that was beyond their purview. After all, this wasn’t allowed; if the King were to find out, they could use this as a reason to strip them of their noble titles.

Of course, there were already two traitors in the living room: Audrey, who had advanced to Sequence 8 Telepathist; and Viscount Glaint, who had gathered one portion of Beyonder ingredients. It wouldn’t be long before he became an Apothecary.

The tall, thin, young gentleman, Kance, took a sip of his coffee and said, “I won’t give you a direct answer. I’ll just tell you some facts.

“Other than traces of a gas explosion in the dining room where the battle happened, various means were used to detect poison, substitutes, Specter’s Shriek, bullets condensed with holy powers, and other elements. By the way, that Dark Emperor, no—Hero Bandit was in a specter state.”

It doesn’t look like the person who had killed Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos, nor does it look like the person who had dealt with Lanevus in the sewers… Is the person involved in Capim’s case Mr. Fool’s third adorer who stole the Dark Emperor’s card? There are at least three adorers in Backlund alone… How many adorers does “He” have in total? Audrey’s heart skipped a beat as she deliberately asked, “Was there an intense Beyonder battle?”

Murray, under her lead, asked one step further, “There were Beyonders at Capim’s place? Relatively powerful Beyonders? And there was more than one?”

“He’s just a trafficker…” Viscount Glaint unconsciously expressed his doubt.

Audrey maintained her faint smile and curious gaze, patiently waiting for Kance’s reply.

is correct.

to

than one relatively powerful

an ordinary human trafficker. He

cult’s

a cult and sacrifices, as well as the

Who knows how many grand

Tarot Club’s enemies are the evil

The rest aren’t qualified!

Mr. Fool wish to get the title of “The Nemesis of Evil Gods?” Audrey

emotions

How can

…

Minsk Street, he found, as he had expected, a letter from Old Kohler who had paid a carriage

agreed upon contact

Old Kohler, who didn’t know many words, could only use simple symbols to tell him where and when they would meet. To his surprise, it was actually written in neat writing

a quick glance, Klein confirmed that it was identical to the handwriting in

doesn’t seem to be exposed to moisture. Perhaps Old Kohler had bought some in

his hat and cane, he leaned his cane against the wall. He didn’t take off his coat because the fireplace in the room

simple; after all, Daisy didn’t know many

thanked the detective for his kindness and good intentions before telling him that she safely returned home, and she finally said, in a tactful way, that she hoped he would

He snapped his fingers and

decided to return to East Borough the next day and return the book to Daisy, as well as reimburse Old Kohler for the cost

couldn’t help but sigh and

my turn to approve the expense claims

Quelaag Club, where Dr. Aaron was seen more often during Friday afternoons. Klein

to the red-vested attendant, “A cup of marquis black tea and a serving of dessert. Send it to

had already spotted the relatively cold and famous surgeon, Aaron Ceres, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, as well as Reporter Mike Joseph from the Daily Observer, who he had worked with twice and had a pair of charming blue eyes.

is here, and we happened to be

things behind my

and

I want to