Lord of the Mysteries

Moon Puppet… Fors’s heart palpitated as she refocused and looked at the gathering participant who had just spoken.

The man in a black iron mask had already taken out a small puppet and showed it to everyone.

“I have a friend who discovered a series of graves deep in the Southern Continent’s Paz Valley. This puppet was stuck in the deceased’s right eye socket.

Fors observed the puppet seriously just like the other gathering participants. She discovered that it was slender, and its entire body resembled a tiny wooden piece that had been engraved with crescent-like eyes and a mouth. Embedded in it were dried grass and flowers.

Doesn’t look like anything special… Fors mumbled inwardly. Her spiritual perception didn’t sense anything as her pen-wielding hand continued hovering over a bronze-green notebook.

The man in the iron mask continued the introduction:

“My friend and I are unable to determine what use this puppet has, and we can only suspect that it’s not simple. It might also hide quite a secret.

“60 pounds. For just 60 pounds, you can have it. This price is very fair. Even if it has nothing to do with mysticism, it’s not a bad antique worth forty to fifty pounds.

“That is to say you’ll be spending 10 pounds to have a chance of a pleasant surprise. To you, this is a small sum of money.”

A very tempting explanation. This gentleman is likely a successful salesman. However, I don’t even have 10 pounds… As Fors engaged in a self-deprecating laugh, she didn’t believe that anyone would buy the so-called Moon Puppet of unknown origins and usage.

Just as she had that thought, she heard a female voice which was deliberately suppressed.

“50 pounds.”

Is she too rich, or is she willing to try her luck? Fors subconsciously turned her head to look at the speaking person, only to see the lady wearing a hooded long robe. Her face was hidden in the shadows.

At that moment, the owner of the Moon Puppet laughed.

“I’ll be more inclined to keep it for myself. Perhaps, there might come a time when I discover what’s so special about it.”

As he spoke, he realized that no one was offering a better price. He immediately said, “Of course, as a gentleman, I’ll satisfy your wish since you have expressed your desire and have given a reasonable price.”

“Deal,” the hooded woman replied with a deep voice.

Soon, the gathering’s attendant helped them complete the transaction. Fors noticed that the lady’s hand was trembling slightly after she received the Moon Puppet.

She places great importance on the item… She might actually know what’s so special about the puppet… Moon Puppet… Moon… From the Southern Continent… Fors suddenly made connections and recalled the few Primordial Moon believers who Mr. Moon was searching for. She began having a suspicion that the hooded lady was one of them, or that she had a connection with them.

Of course, she had zero evidence. She didn’t even have much of a compelling reason to have such a guess.

Phew… Fors silently exhaled as she decided to find a way to verify her theory.

moved the hard-covered notebook in

all kinds of patterns that

one of the pages of Leymano’s Travels, and it recorded a particular

Fors had gathered herself, but one of the five

she pretended to observe the transactions of the others while fully taking in the hooded

brown spots on a nearby wall and unknown worms that were slowly squirming on the

goatskin’s pattern as a complicated symbol

odd signs, she felt that she had “understood” the brown pattern, as her thoughts connected with the other

flew at a

circled beneath the hooded lady and carefully clung to her

in Fors’s

lady had a rather curved outline with dark skin. Her brows were thin and the

recognized her. She was none other than the Primordial Moon believer, Windsor Behring, who Mr. Moon was searching

100 pounds, and directly finding her means

the mosquito to bite Windsor Behring and suck her

after struggling for a moment. That was extremely taboo in a Beyonder gathering. If she were discovered, she would definitely be attacked by

the host of the gathering often had significant

leave this gathering early and smear my blood over Leymano’s Travels to prevent myself from getting lost. That would be

fact, her actions were already out of line;

…

Borough, inside

window as he silently took in the

around his temples and reached

he went through the hassle of moving the radio transceiver back to the real world and spent the time

room turn dark and eerie. He heard the radio transceiver begin to producing

a piece of illusory paper spew out. On the paper were words composed of Loenese: “Great

turned his head in amusement and curiosity

had already turned dark, as though it was smeared with

Illusory fireworks began shooting inside the mirror as it burst and scattered down

a line of golden Loenese

“Welcome back, Great Master!”

moment, although Arrodes didn’t produce any sound, Klein had the baffling feeling that it

the fireworks came to an end, the golden text distorted and formed a new line

Arrodes, wishes to ask you how I might be of service to

this as he said in a

golden line of text reformed

your answer.

said, “Where did the evil spirit in Williams Street

full-body mirror’s golden text froze for a few seconds before they slowly disappeared. As for the