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

you place your feet when

on his revolver,

“…”

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

which was sitting on the

that important Sealed Artifact which

up the News report copy, stopped a

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

on the second floor, he lit the wall lamp and chased the silly bird out of his room. He sat in front of his desk and repeatedly checked

length of a finger segment

spread open the piece of paper and discovered that

I must’ve been betrayed and 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

that you need to do. Bring the die to Oravi Island and hand it to the bellman, Carnot, in the port city. My

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 roll itself when you aren’t

Darkwill subconsciously sighed and immediately

overcame his cowardliness and remained in Bayam,

he might very well have been targeted by the person

say so earlier! No, why didn’t I head out to buy the die earlier!? Darkwill raised his hands and

for Oravi Island early the next morning. That was an island

my bullets… Darkwill quickly counted the items that could provide him with

quickly thought of an idea as he paced around and mumbled, “I need to

thoughts, Darkwill’s gaze swept across the

of

powerful adventurer who could hunt

notices in the bars where adventurers frequently appear! Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed the

…

beyond the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port belonging to Loen, the Black Death was docked there without any scruples. It

loose man’s shirt, and she finished the final treatment for

scars

the

saw Tracy, her cheeks flushed red

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