Lord of the Mysteries

The iron-black coffin with its strange patterns lay quietly in the center, and there seemed to be hidden shockwaves in the air that seemed to be silently colliding.

Emlyn White stood in the corner and lit the candles according to the normal ritual procedures, burning the essential oils and corresponding herbal powders.

A dense and unsteady atmosphere emanated, and after recalling the requirements of “artificial sleepwalking,” Emlyn lowered his head, began to enter Cogitation, and repeated the honorific name of The Fool.

“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.”

…

Amidst his monotone voice, Emlyn gradually entered a magical state. His body felt relaxed and reserved. It felt like he was in deep sleep, but his spirituality was light and energetic as it constantly spread outwards.

At this moment, he had a feeling that he was continuously drifting upwards.

In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein was sitting at the end of the long bronze table, tapping his fingers on the rippling light screen to his side. He was expressionlessly watching the praying figure in amusement.

Although it was vague, Klein could tell at a glance that it was Vampire Emlyn White.

Very courageous, having the drive akin to buying a doll… Klein sighed and didn’t respond.

He had previously tried to divine the purpose of the Sanguines, but he was unable to obtain any effective revelations. The only thing he was sure of was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Order.

This piqued Klein’s curiosity, but he wouldn’t take the risk of responding to Emlyn White when a lofty Sanguine was beside Emlyn.

He didn’t know if he could grasp traces of the mysterious space above the gray fog and threaten it like Blasphemer Amon. He had no intention to confirm it since he was dealing with an avatar of Amon back then. Yet, he was now facing a powerful Sanguine’s true body.

There’s no need to take risks on matters of no importance, even if I want to know the real purpose of the Sanguines… And it’s not like there’s no other way… Klein looked at Emlyn White in his state of “artificial sleepwalking.” He said to himself with a smile, “I can delay my response…”

He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after. He would suddenly respond when Emlyn White was without protection and when the Sanguine had given up!

However, there was a premise, which was to first use divination to confirm the degree of danger.

…

“Tail Devourer… Just like that river?” Derrick Berg suddenly thought of something.

Demon Hunter Colin solemnly nodded.

“Yes.

stepped into a river that runs from its mouth to source,

remnants of that Angel of Fate’s power. ‘He’

has long since been the case…

moment, Colin took out a dark red metal tube. He unscrewed the

with silver. In the end, his pupils

eyes. They circled or collided at

Ding!

stabbed his sword into the ground, and with a flip of his hand, he pulled out his other sword, smearing it with golden, sun-like

action, Jack’s expression immediately changed, as if he was

open his mouth, Demon Hunter Colin moved. He pulled out

golden and silver light shone brightly, illuminating the entire underground hall. The light

a mournful scream, the darkness

spot, without taking even a step. However, the face on his chest had disappeared, leaving behind only a hole where his pulsating

side, Demon Hunter Colin genuflected, his two swords hanging down

him, the face was torn apart, reduced to scattered eyes,

bounced like electric shocks, and soon they were still, rotting rapidly like

an instant, Derrick felt an invisible, aqueous barrier around him silently

at the same time, he seemed to have left the swift river and returned to the

gloomy underground hall and the upside-down deity statue, and at Jack, who had a distorted expression and had fainted due to the pain, Derrick felt a sense

the others had finally escaped the

aware that although the final solution didn’t seem complicated, it might’ve taken dozens or hundreds of repeated attempts to find the clues and solution, without knowing any clues or the

way of knowing if a life that was lost could experience a redo, or if they would still “revive” by the bonfire but would end up dead after

be able to discover the problem in the first place. Without the corresponding memories and experience, they wouldn’t detect any abnormalities even if

Derrick thanked Mr. Fool wholeheartedly for restoring his memory and giving him a

team didn’t show any abnormal reactions as they checked the surrounding area in a way

only be after returning to the City of Silver that they would realize that they’ve lost a part of their lives from the difference in

and took out another small metal bottle. He then poured the thick black liquid inside

membrane, sticking to the wound

of him,” Colin

of Silver’s hope for

Fool, but he realized that there was no corresponding prayer

…

the opulent villa of

dinner glistened under the light of the candles in an

what was imagined in the newspapers and magazines, the dinner for a great aristocratic family wasn’t serious, and there

would casually chat about

from her ranch, observed Earl Hall’s expression, and, without hiding her curiosity, she asked, “Father, did something happen

pretend that she had heard irresponsible rumors that