Lord of the Mysteries

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

As the crimson glow faded from her eyes, Fors saw the familiar desk and open notebook which she used to jot down her inspirations.

To her, this experience was no longer anything new, but it still evoked reverence from the bottom of her heart.

This was a power that didn’t belong to humans, something that even demigods were incapable of!

I’ll receive the stomach pouch of a Spirit Eater in two days. My Apprentice potion has already been digested… Finally, I’ll become a Trickmaster. I wonder what Beyonder powers I’ll receive… By advancing by my own abilities, Teacher will definitely place greater importance on me. Apart from potion formulas in the future, perhaps I might be provided with some Beyonder ingredients… How I look forward to that very much. I don’t even know the corresponding names of Sequence 6 and 5. I only know that Sequence 7 is Astrologer. After I become a Trickmaster, I’ll immediately write to Teacher… Fors felt like she was one step closer to ridding herself from the curse of the full moon.

At this moment, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Finally, it turned into the slam of the door.

Xio is out again. She’s so busy. Fors sighed silently. If not for the 400 pounds debt that she owes Viscount Glaint, we would probably be vacationing at Desi Bay now.

After a long period of hard work, and thanks to the enhancement of her strength, certain tasks that were previously impossible for her to complete have become simple. Moreover, from time to time, Xio would receive small tasks that pay well from the golden-masked man. Xio has already raised her savings from 110 pounds to 320 pounds, leaving her with only 80 pounds left to pay off her debt.

In fact, I could spot her 80 pounds, but unfortunately, although she isn’t tall, she still has a lot of pride in her… Fors withdrew her thoughts and thought about the matter Mr. World had entrusted her.

As a doctor and a writer, she didn’t know much about radios or anything about the entire field of machinery. She didn’t usually pay attention to such information when reading the newspapers, so she didn’t know where she could buy the kind of transceiver The World wanted.

A department store? It probably doesn’t sell one… Ah right, Aville writes science fiction, so he should know a lot about such matters. Fors quickly found the right person to consult.

However, she immediately had a new problem. Was she to visit him directly, or was she to write him a letter of inquiry?

Glancing at the chair covered in a thick, soft blanket, and smelling the fragrance of coffee and tobacco emanating the room, she felt a warmth slowly creeping through her body. Bit by bit, her motivation to leave the house crumbled.

I’m not familiar with him, so I shouldn’t rashly pay him a visit. She sat down with a grunt and unfolded a piece of paper.

…

In the Berg household in the City of Silver.

Derrick opened his eyes and woke up from feigning sleep.

According to his original plan, he would’ve immediately held a sacrificial ritual to send out the stomach pouch of the Spirit Eater. However, the words of The Hanged Man reminded him to be more cautious and make more observations.

ingredients Mr. Hanged Man require first, and then I’ll do the sacrificial ritual all at once… Derrick remained silent for a few seconds, then

a hurry to complete the transaction. He planned

library section that dealt with mythology and ancient classics, hungering for

hard and yellowed book with a cover: “Giant King’s Court—Book of Blackrock, Hand-copied

Kings of Angels… Derrick reached for the book, pulled it out, and saw that it was bound

the library, Colin Iliad was wearing a flaxen-colored linen shirt and a brown coat and

in the breeze from the

…

12 January.

and cloudy, with deep blue waves undulating

bobbed up and down in this storm, like a toy in the palm

is the sea. No matter how powerful one is, one will appear insignificant in front of it.” Danitz

of the wind, it reached a stable speed of 15 knots. Hence, even though they

is to say, the White Agate, which was scheduled to arrive at the City of Generosity on the morning

Klein just glanced up at him, then looked away and

more he had to force himself to behave in accordance with his persona, the more deeply he realized what kind of

example, he would’ve responded to Danitz by idly chatting with him about the weather at sea and the disasters caused by those terrible storms, but Gehrman Sparrow wouldn’t. He had to be cold

the more

detective, Sherlock Moriarty.

with this identity of mine, and there was no difference… Of course, it could also be said that I was adding a certain kind of persona into the mix. Beneath Gehrman Sparrow’s gentleness

person could help him digest the potion, he needed to replace an existing identity to speed up and improve his progress. He needed to gain the affirmation of people from the other person’s interpersonal relationships, feel the corresponding emotions of joy, anger, sadness, and immersing himself in them, but

the end? And get feedback from the people involved?

his hands helplessly, feeling bored out of

communication barrier with him. If this goes on, I’ll definitely go crazy…. Fortunately, I’m finally at Bayam.

and say, “You can tell me about

It’s better if you don’t say anything! Danitz’s expression

Woosh!

before the storm arrived, the White Agate docked smoothly and arrived at

home to a variety of exotic spices,

iron, and other minerals, as well as a plentiful variety of fruits due to the particularly fertile land. For these reasons, the first batch of colonists named the seaside city they built the “City of Generosity.” They believed it was a land of treasure promised by the gods, where it flowed

up his suitcase which Danitz packed, and he left Room 312, entering the corridor that led to the

surprises, he met Donna’s family, Cleves,

little afraid of Klein after the fright he gave them. They hid