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.

and pedestrians passing through, Emlyn chuckled and took a step into the Harvest

an inconspicuous shadow suddenly moved,

it didn’t garner the attention of

from the Church of Earth Mother?” Leonard frowned slightly

seconds before leaving Rose Street where the Harvest Church

…

a bank? Above the gray fog, Klein,

Gehrman Sparrow, he had previously said something similar, but the two situations

of the Golden Dream’s third mate, Flowery Bow Tie Jodeson, as a reference, Klein inferred that a similar mystical item was worth about 5,000 pounds. Even if there was a premium, it would’ve

would start from 10,000 pounds… My dear poet, why didn’t I know you as a

and saw a glimmer of hope and how it was something that could be resolved with money, Klein didn’t wish to seek out other channels to prevent any

and discovered that it

the 5,400 pound bounty from Wormtongue, 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. This isn’t including my 3

she owes me before the end of the week, as well as the 1,800

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

pounds

going through all the effort to go past ten thousand, more than half of it will be gone in an instant… Klein conjured The World and made him pose in a praying manner to inform Emlyn that there were no problems

he was afraid that the angel from the Zoroast family inside

Klein glanced at the cash pile which had shrunk by more

already 10:40 on a Friday. They were about eight hours

Die of Probability again… Klein muttered, held the ritual, and brought out

so he deliberately brought the die to the washroom

the Die of Probability calm down once again, Klein quickly dealt with the All-Black Eye and the iron cigar case. After heaving a

be enough to last until Darkwill hands it to the

this in mind, Klein began to consider another

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

or two minutes each time, so the problem isn’t that serious. Even if “He” senses it, their estimate of the area wouldn’t be too precise. Sigh, when it involves the True Creator, there’s no way to determine things with divination. I can

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 with energy, as though

creatures gain from taking the same potion? At the very least, Miss Justice has never mentioned that she doesn’t need sleep… It’s a uniqueness that comes 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 jack of all trades… Klein sat on the sofa and placed the milky-white die into the

by as the sun gradually set

closed, suddenly sat up, having sensed

Clown’s intuition for danger. It seemed to stem from the formless

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

mistake in a time such as this would require him to consider matters of

Darkwill and Harry, there was absolutely no way