Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 602

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.

gave him a glance and

place your feet when walking. I was imagining that you had

palm on his revolver, raised his

“…”

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

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 stuffed it into the extremely tiny ring box. In

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

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

lamp and chased the silly bird out of his room. He sat in front of his desk and repeatedly checked on

took out a folded piece of paper about the length of

piece of paper and discovered that there were three paragraphs written in ancient

have been arrested. Therefore, do not seek out help from the other members of the School of Thought. This is because I’m unable to determine who

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

characteristics. The more you use it, the easier it is for

sighed and immediately realized the dumb act he had done out

his cowardliness and remained in Bayam, as

the information, this meant that he might very well have been targeted by the person

you say so earlier! No, why didn’t I head out to buy the die

night. He would head for Oravi Island early the next

Darkwill quickly counted the items that could provide him with safety, feeling concern over his lack of

as he paced around and mumbled,

money must I spend? Amidst his thoughts, Darkwill’s gaze swept

thought of an excellent bodyguard—Gehrman

adventurer who could hunt

I find him? Right! I should paste notices in the bars where adventurers frequently appear! Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed the items

…

belonging to Loen, the Black Death was docked

bath, wore a loose man’s shirt,

Demoness, scars weren’t

this moment, the blonde female attendant knocked on the door

she saw Tracy, her cheeks flushed red as she moved her

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