Lord of the Mysteries

Sharron was silent for two seconds before she said, “I’ll help ask.”

It means you need to consider it? That’s right. The negative effects of Scales of Luck does leave one hesitant. However, Biological Poison Bottle is really compatible with a Wraith. If it wasn’t because I’m short on money, and how it lowers my immunity, making me easily fall sick, I wouldn’t be willing to sell it. It’s rather effective in an ambush! Klein vaguely grasped Sharron’s intentions as he stuffed the silver necklace back into his collar.

He asked after some thought, “Which power of a High-Sequence Prisoner pathway Beyonder makes all surrounding lifeless items attack one’s target?”

“Puppet,” Sharron succinctly replied.

It’s the power of a Sequence 4 Puppet? Turning themselves into a lifeless puppet, so that they are able to control all lifeless objects in a certain range? Advancing further, will they be able to directly influence the mystical items of an enemy? Klein nodded in enlightenment and asked, “Then, do you know that demigod?”

He immediately described in detail the appearance of the elder who had attacked him outside Bayam.

“Shanks,” Sharron calmly said a name.

I actually wished that you could share with me more about him… Klein knew Miss Sharron’s style as he said with an exasperated smile, “Then, do you know Zatwen?”

He was the mentor of the Naturism Sect’s leader in Oravi Island.

“The demigod who was pursuing us,” Sharron answered without hiding anything or any emotions, like a doll.

That’s the one who made me feel like the chairs, tables, and curtains wished to kill me… What a coincidence… However, it wasn’t arranged. It just proves that as a secret organization, the Rose School of Thought, with a history of over a thousand years, doesn’t have that many demigods… Perhaps it has about the same number as the Aurora Order. The number of saints number around five, and the number of angels and Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts number about two to three… Of course, this is also because they were suppressed by the seven major Churches, reducing their headquarters to colonies. At the height of their powers, they might’ve had far more than these… Klein thought and asked again, “Then, do you know the Rose School of Thought member that is able to make an entire mountain tremble with just one arm?”

He planned on describing the arm’s traits, but he realized that he hadn’t dared to look straight at it.

Sharron listened quietly as her eyes darted around as though they came to life. She asked with a clear voice, “What did you encounter?”

A saint, an angel, as well as Sea King, an Aurora Order demigod, a monster byproduct from the Numinous Episcopate’s Artificial Death… Klein silently made a self-deprecating comment as he said with a wry smile, “I got on the bad side with the Mother Tree of Desire, and I suffered an ambush from the Rose School of Thought. Thankfully, I was in Bayam, allowing the Church of Storms and the kingdom’s military to take action. I also threw out an item corrupted with the True Creator’s aura, as well as something related to the Numinous Episcopate. In short, it was chaos, and I took the opportunity to escape.”

He replied frankly, apart from hiding the existence of Miss Messenger and Mr. Azik. As for the matter of the True Creator, he believed that Miss Sharron had long known that he wasn’t affected by the ravings. This could be explained by a timely psychological intervention or psychic treatment.

“Mother Tree of Desire…” Sharron murmured the name as rare emotional upheavals slowly appeared in her eyes.

Klein didn’t have the interpretation abilities of a Spectator, and he was unable to tell what was exactly on Sharron’s mind. He could only sense that she felt a little fear and loathing.

Sharron quickly restrained her abnormal reaction, turning back into an extremely exquisite “doll.”

She looked at Sherlock Moriarty and said, “You are very lucky and very mysterious.”

without a word, neither lying

years ago and claims to be the son of the Chained God. ‘He’ is also the present leader of the Rose

Sequence 5! If not for Orange Light Hilarion’s warning, I might’ve already been captured by the Rose School of Thought… Klein felt a chill run down his back again as he asked, “Is

give an

response,

what kind of reaction he should have when Miss Sharron raised the

who? When did it

Machinery Hivemind. About two months ago.” Sharron had clearly gathered the

nodded solemnly and, after some deep thought, said, “Perhaps we’ve neglected something. That evil spirit didn’t need us to rescue it.

that gentleman, incurring the notice of the Nighthawks and Machinery Hiveminds?” Klein offered a guess filled with half-truths without

Sharron nodded.

during one

thought and said, “How’s the situation with Williams Street

buildings are being built,” Sharron described without much of an expression. “People monitored it in

said, “Have you gone

swept

“No.”

her remembering our unwritten agreement—to explore it together because we found it together? What a noble-hearted lady. The Rose School of Thought’s temperance faction is infinitely times better than the indulgence faction! Klein

Sharron succinctly

he changed the destination to Williams Street at the intersection of West Borough and

the experiences that didn’t involve his secrets. Although Sharron didn’t answer him, she

the time when he first got to know her as Miss Bodyguard. She sat on the illusory high-back chair in the oriel window’s glass. Her right hand held her cheek

carriage passed through the silent streets in the drizzle before finally arriving

and Sharron discovered that the area had become a

a huge tree with a lush canopy. Klein

rain fell, they passed through Sharron’s blonde hair and body before hitting the

Sharron didn’t ask how Sherlock Moriarty was planning on heading down

reached his hand into his pocket and easily removed the wall of spirituality, and he opened

was none other than Admiral of Blood Senor who wore a dark red coat and an old triangular

in my stead,”

his marionette in a composed

immediately pressed his hand to his chest and bowed

honored to work

Senor, and without a