Lord of the Mysteries

“The Fool?” The Beyonders who attended Mr. A’s gathering either ruminated over the phrase or conversed with their companions to discuss whether they had ever met anyone who had a similar faith.

“When did such a cult appear?” someone asked in a low voice.

At this point, Mr. A made the attendant beside him hold up a blackboard with a few lines of words written in the Loen language.

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”

As the attendees examined the blackboard, Mr. A said in a hoarse and jarring voice, “Do not use Hermes to read what’s written here. Even more so for Jotun, Elvish, Dragonese, and ancient Hermes. You shouldn’t even write the corresponding descriptions; otherwise, there is a high probability that something terrible will happen.

“Help me find believers in The Fool. Of course, they might also be followers of the mysterious ruler above the gray fog or the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck. As long as there’s a clue, inform me immediately. The reward I’ll provide will be so handsome that it will far exceed your imagination!”

“This description… It sounds like an incredible existence. I’ve only seen similar descriptions in the ancient texts of the seven gods!” a gathering member exclaimed.

His companion shook his head and said, “The beings which many cults believe in have similar descriptions.”

“Is it really a cult?” The other gathering members were stunned when they heard their discussion.

“Likely. Typically, when we summon a creature from the spirit world, we might have three lines describing it, but one of the lines would be about ‘the blessed one of someone’ or ‘that who belongs to.’ It wouldn’t be in this format!” A gathering member who was well-versed in mysticism gave an explanation.

As they vehemently conversed, Fors was nearly dumbfounded.

Isn’t that the honorific name of Mr. Fool? Even though it’s described in the Loen language, I’m sure of it! Why would Mr. A want to find the believers of Mr. Fool? Is the Aurora Order behind this? Fors’s mind was in a mess.

She knew that Mr. A was a member of the Aurora Order because of a particular “terrorist organization” had announced its responsibility in the assassination of Intis Ambassador Bakerland.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Fors subconsciously began to examine herself, afraid that someone would discover that she was already a member of the Tarot Club and that, in some sense, she was an adorer of The Fool.

I just recited the honorific name of The Fool according to the ancient Hermes on that piece of paper and was pulled above the gray fog. No one knows about this, and I don’t have to be afraid of being investigated… But there’s a link to that piece of paper with Mr. Fool’s honorific name written on it. It was hidden in a book we borrowed from the Viscount Glaint… Thoughts rapidly flashed through Fors’s mind.

The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era… Isn’t that the description I saw on that piece of paper? I even dreamed of an evil spirit! At the same time, Xio remembered the incident that had frightened her, but her long experience as a bounty hunter had kept her from revealing anything unusual.

about the

of the Loen Kingdom’s Aristocracy”… That book was borrowed from Viscount Glaint’s

name flashed in both Fors’s and Xio’s minds at

and said to himself with interest, “This honorific name is

it sounds

to his side in puzzlement, asking Fors and Xio, “Why are you looking at

and Fors rapidly shook their heads

…

dinner, in an

under the guidance of her psychology teacher, Escalante. She

maid and bodyguard stayed behind while she

some other reason, the gas lamps were not lit. The

could take a good look at her surroundings, she saw a gentleman in his thirties walking towards her. He wore a gray

Mr. Stephen Hampres, a furniture

chuckled and said, “Escalante, don’t say anything. Let me

charming dark brown eyes. He appeared very gentle and elegant,

her student. Heh heh, I believe you’re a cultured noble lady, and you aren’t someone who only looks good. There’s no need for you to worry about

and a relatively simple but also

obvious point is that you’re very

a final joke, pressed his hand to his chest, bowed, and said, “Welcome,

Alchemists. However, what you managed to observe was the me from a few months ago. It’s all a facade

me before,

didn’t let her shocked expression linger too long on her face, because such emotions were meant to be

were to be surprised for several seconds, then it meant that their performance was

first, but after watching others “act” all this time, she naturally came up with a

don’t know you. This is just the basics

sentence, Audrey had already completed her observations and

his house all indicate that he’s a person

on the ring of his left hand doesn’t look small, but its actual quality is very ordinary. There are no

now, the way he stands there, the direction in which his feet point, and the changes in his emotional colors

are inferior to my make-up maidservant, Solia, but they’re better than mine… The cologne he uses is “Confusion,” something

Audrey expressed

to have your

faint smile while being introduced to the other seven or