Lord of the Mysteries

Bellman Carnot’s expression immediately turned odd when he heard Frank Lee’s name.

“Yes, he… he’s a kind and pure person, but at times, his pureness is terrifying.”

Indeed… Klein made way and allowed the bellman to walk down the stairs. As he followed him down, he asked, “Are you familiar with him?”

Carnot silently walked ahead, and after a while, he said with his back facing Gehrman Sparrow, “I’m a failed product filled with all kinds of problems. I was always mocked, and only Frank was one of the few who looked at me normally, treating me as someone with a real soul…”

“Why did he leave the Church of Mother Earth?” Klein asked despite knowing the answer.

Carnot came out of the bell tower, answering while getting his bearings, “I do not know about the specifics.

“He’s an orphan. He grew up in the cloister from a young age. He really treats the Church as a family and views Mother Earth as his mother.

“He has many strange ideas. He had the opportunity of becoming a diocese bishop, but he was later nearly sent to a tribunal for being sacrilegious.”

Frank mentioned this before. He was trying to crossbreed a bull, a cow, and wheat together… To be frank, if it were me, I would’ve sent him to the tribunal as well… This guy was fine early on because of his low Sequence, limiting what he can do… Klein mumbled and followed Carnot down another street and arrived in the alley behind St. Draco Cathedral.

Carnot walked in front of an ordinary building, pulled the doorbell thrice, each tug lasting two seconds.

After a while, thudding sounds approached as the door creaked open.

Klein immediately saw an elder in a black short coat with a hard cane.

His hair was as white as snow, but he didn’t have any obvious wrinkles. He wore a black eye mask around his eyes.

“Mr. Councilor, Mr. Gehrman Sparrow is here to pay you a visit.”

Councilor Ricciardo? He’s Councilor Ricciardo? He’s blind? Previously, Klein had only heard his voice without meeting him. It was no wonder he was surprised.

Ricciardo turned his ear to the side and slowly turned his head towards Gehrman Sparrow and chuckled.

“Sorry, I can only meet you this way. When I woke up this morning, I suddenly had a premonition that I mustn’t open my eyes to see anything today. To prevent any accidents, I wore an eye mask.”

… You can actually do that… He’s in no way inferior as a charlatan… Klein was momentarily amused and surprised.

Following that, he understood the correct interpretation of his premonition. He didn’t want to see him!

was able to sense

can see… Klein didn’t have any penchant about forcing others to harm themselves. He held back his thoughts and asked,

was lucky that there was some adjustments

signs of surprise, “Then, I’ll use this request to get another form of

bad luck after interacting with a

saying, “No problem. Bring me over to

his suitcase in hand. He took the opportunity to ask, “Mr. Councilor, what

Rose School of Thought were at odds with each other, so it

to his right. He didn’t need anyone to help him; it was as though he wasn’t wearing an

He chuckled.

The Chained God is one of the Mother Tree of Desire’s many manifestations. My reasoning is that Red Light, Moria, claims that the Mutant pathway’s Sequence 0

didn’t even express his knowledge of

identity of the Mother Tree of Desire, nor does anyone know what ‘Her’ pathway is. Perhaps,

Moon are at odds. There seems to be some irreconcilable conflict between them, and it’s because of this that the Rose School of Thought

Mother Tree of Desire and the Primordial Moon seem to have a subtle relationship. You might find it hard to imagine that the Southern Continent’s Shaman King, who

the Universe, and the other evil gods, but their hatred for the Primordial Moon and Mother Tree of Desire runs

Sect, Blood Sanctify Sect, and Moses Ascetic Order do not

of the two most isolated ones? Klein stopped a carriage while in thought as he watched

instructed the driver to bring them to

the carriage arrived at their destination. Just as Klein was about to get off, he suddenly heard a loud bang. A rumbling explosion shook the entire street as glass fragments from a

Anderson’s bad luck? Klein’s spiritual intuition told him that it was the case, but the Unluckiest Hunter

and saw that a huge chunk of wall had

this moment, a figure with disheveled blond hair and messy clothes stood below as he muttered, “To think that there’s such a daring person to trade arms in

at the suitcase he was carrying and suddenly felt how great it was

helped

smile, “The arms dealers these days are too unprofessional! Thankfully, it’s daytime, and there aren’t many people in the

large part

turned his head to Anderson, but his gaze was completely blocked

a few

a

of his clothes, feeling suspect. Then, he smiled at Gehrman Sparrow. “Tradition from my hometown. We sew a tiny pocket on the inside of our clothes to keep

handed the gold coin

the gold coin, slowly closed his fingers, before retracting his

and said, “Alright. Your bad luck has