Lord of the Mysteries

Upon hearing Leonard Mitchell’s invitation, Emlyn didn’t show any fear. He held his top hat and wore a subtle smile before entering the house without any qualms.

He didn’t take off his coat, as a Potions Professor often brought several supplementary items. It wouldn’t look pleasant once the concealment of these items was gone.

Emlyn sat down with his starched tailcoat, leaning back into the support as he leisurely said, “Actually, there’s no need to go through the trouble.

“If you have it, name the price; otherwise, just frankly say so.

“Of course, I’m very certain you have one.”

He chuckled as his bright red eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell’s figure that didn’t mind the tidiness of his getup.

The feeling of “me knowing you have a secret, with you not knowing anything about me” left Emlyn extremely pleased as he felt a strong sense of superiority.

Leonard used his fingers to comb his raven-black hair and casually sat on the chair opposite Emlyn. He didn’t show any panic or puzzlement as he said with a smile, “At the very least, I need to know who wants it.”

“Perhaps it’s me, or perhaps it’s my friend,” Emlyn tipped his chin as he smiled gently.

Leonard squinted his eyes as he cocked his head, as though in thought.

Finally, he laughed.

“Alright, since you’ve already taken out that badge, I’ll answer you frankly.

“I do have a mystical item that can be used to steal the Beyonder powers of others, but I only have that one item.

“If you wish to buy it, 7,000 pounds. No negotiation.”

7,000 pounds? A mystical item of this kind is that expensive? Although he didn’t have to pay for it, Emlyn was still shocked. He nearly failed to maintain his bearing as a Sanguine.

He automatically converted how much money that could be used to exchange for dolls and doll dresses.

After two seconds of thought, Emlyn revealed a smile and said, “I’ll consider it. I’ll answer you in two days.”

“Sure.” Leonard curled the corners of his lips.

After leaving 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn hired a rental carriage as though nothing had happened as he headed for the steam metro station in North Borough, before heading back to the bridge at South Borough.

which had carriages and pedestrians passing through, Emlyn chuckled and took a step

lamp, an inconspicuous shadow

was silent, but it didn’t garner the

Leonard frowned slightly as he muttered

two seconds before leaving Rose Street where the

…

pounds? Why doesn’t he just go rob a bank? Above the gray fog, Klein, who had received

similar, but the two

reference, Klein inferred that a similar mystical item was worth about 5,000 pounds. Even if there was a premium, it

No, if that’s really the case, the price would start from 10,000 pounds… My dear poet, why didn’t I know you as a profiteering merchant. You clearly exhibit a free and easy demeanor and showed no

of hope and how it was something that could be resolved with money, Klein didn’t wish

and discovered that

and the cash I got from the bodies, and subtracting the 200 pounds to be paid to Miss Magician, I have a total of 12,767 pounds in cash and 5 gold coins.

of the week, as well as the 1,800 pounds for the Psychiatrist characteristic. I’m actually richer than I thought I

further. He made the cash fly out from the junk pile and land

placed them aside—7,000 pounds

made him pose in a praying manner to inform Emlyn that there were

after getting the cash. He had to wait until tomorrow. This was because he was afraid that the angel from the Zoroast family inside Leonard Mitchell would sense the gray fog’s aura on the cash. He wanted an “airing” process, just like back

the cash pile which had shrunk by more than half and sighed before returning

10:40 on a Friday. They were about eight

Probability again… Klein muttered, held the ritual,

he deliberately brought the

once again, Klein quickly dealt with the All-Black Eye and the iron cigar case. After heaving a long sigh of relief, he did a

Darkwill hands it to the contact.

Klein began to consider another

of the True Creator before, and it has “His” mental corruption. To take it out once every few hours might cause “Him” to lock

no way to determine things with divination. I can only raise my guard. Thankfully, this is the last time, and it

of Probability and returned to the living room and saw the chubby Apothecary slumped on the reclining chair, looking completely exhausted. As for the owl, Harry, it looked like it was brimming

about because of an owl’s biological makeup? Sigh, I don’t know much about owls. Indeed, I’m just a keyboard warrior who is only a

the sun gradually set in the

eyes closed, suddenly sat up, having sensed an extreme danger

and the Clown’s intuition for danger. It seemed to stem from the formless gray fog which strangely rippled

Ouroboros or the Aurora Order’s Saint? Klein opened his eyes

time such as this would require him to consider matters of

Darkwill and Harry, there was absolutely no way for them to be