Lord of the Mysteries

Darkwill sprawled on the ground, momentarily forgetting to stand up. His mind remained blank.

Ever since he had matured, he had never encountered a scenario of tripping himself. After consuming the potions, his body had experienced enhancements to a certain degree, making it even more impossible. Now, for some baffling reason, he had fallen down in an inexplicable manner.

Did I step on something? Darkwill suddenly snapped to his senses as he struck down with his palm and rolled to his feet. He pretended as though the one who had just fallen wasn’t him.

He looked left and right without finding anything odd on the ground. Filled with puzzlement, he took a few difficult steps forward to pick up the milky-white die.

At this moment, a patrolling constable seemed to have sensed the disturbance as he jogged over with baton in hand while holding his other hand down on his revolver.

Upon seeing this scene, Darkwill suddenly felt worried, feeling suspicious that he had fallen for a trap.

They caught Old Man but haven’t come for me all this time. It’s because they were secretly observing me and waiting for me to find some clues?

Now, I’ve gotten my hands on this strange die, they’ve started taking action?

The official Beyonders are here to catch me?

Darkwill instinctively turned around and ran, but he had suffered a rather heavy fall, causing him to feel pain in his knees. He was momentarily only able to walk.

Seeing the patrolling constable approach him, and with him not being able to run, a scene of an underground prison instantly surfaced in Darkwill’s mind. In an environment with only an everlasting candlelight, locked with Beyonders who would heave intensely like monsters…

“What happened?” the patrolling constable pressed down on his revolver as he kept his distance and asked cautiously.

Darkwill suddenly felt an irrepressible fear. As his wrist trembled, the milky-white die he had just picked up fell to the ground again as it rolled a few times.

This time, six red dots pointed up.

Faced with the constable’s scrutiny, Darkwill replied with a trembling voice, “I just stepped onto a damn banana skin and fell.”

The moment he said that, he felt his heart skip a beat. This was because there wasn’t any banana skins on the ground.

Damn it. I was too nervous. I should’ve said that I tripped myself… Darkwill thought in frustration.

He decided to summon the owl perched on the roof opposite him, preparing to make a last stand.

constable gave him a glance and

to watch where you place your feet when walking. I was imagining

palm on his revolver, raised his baton, and walked

“…”

back that was opening up a gap from him. He wasn’t sure how the constable

gaze and looked at the milky-white die which was sitting on the ground in silence. He

The constables here don’t need to suck up to me… Could it be all thanks to this? Be it my strange fall or my weird way of convincing the constable, it was all because of this? Is this that important Sealed Artifact which Teacher was taking care of? Darkwill quickly made certain connections as he carefully proceeded forward. He picked up the die again and

his owl, Darkwill picked up the News report copy, stopped a rental carriage, and hobbled

didn’t illuminate the area much. He wasn’t in a rush to study the

floor, he lit the wall lamp and chased the

folded piece of paper about the length of

piece of paper and discovered

out help from the other members of

to do. Bring the die to Oravi Island and hand it to the bellman, Carnot, in the port city. My teacher, Ricciardo, is hidden there. The subsequent

letter, all relevant memories would completely disappear. I wouldn’t even remember having an apprentice like you until I’m rescued. Remember, try your best not to use the die. It has living characteristics. The more you use it, the easier it is for it to awaken. It will

die is very dangerous… Darkwill subconsciously sighed and immediately realized the dumb act he had done out of

cowardliness and remained in Bayam, as

he might very well

didn’t I head out to

scalped ticket at night. He would head for Oravi Island early the next morning. That was an island that was on the route

could provide him with safety, feeling concern over his lack of combat

of an idea as he paced around and mumbled,

I hire? How much money must I spend? Amidst his thoughts, Darkwill’s gaze swept across the News

of an excellent

powerful adventurer who could hunt a

should paste notices in the bars where adventurers frequently appear! Darkwill

…

Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port belonging to Loen, the Black Death was

just taken a hot bath, wore a loose

scars

blonde female attendant knocked on the door and entered the captain’s cabin

Tracy, her cheeks flushed