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.

notebook in her hand, making a yellowish-brown goatskin

kinds of patterns that formed an

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

a recorded power which Fors had gathered herself, but one of the

to observe the transactions of the others while fully taking in the hooded lady’s

mosquito with dark brown spots on a nearby wall and unknown worms that

pattern as

and without showing any odd signs, she felt that she had “understood” the brown pattern, as her thoughts

brown-spotted mosquito flew

lady and

appeared in Fors’s mind. But it soon disintegrated and

skin. Her brows

immediately recognized her. She was none other than the Primordial Moon believer, Windsor

worth 100 pounds, and directly finding her means 500 pounds! Fors

bite Windsor Behring and suck her blood. That way, she could later use astromancy

a moment. That was extremely taboo in a Beyonder

the host of the gathering often had significant strength.

how to lock onto her directly… I have to leave this gathering early and smear my blood over Leymano’s Travels to prevent myself from getting lost. That would be dangerous…

fact, her actions were already out of line; hence,

…

Borough, inside a

behind an oriel window as he silently took in the crimson moon and thin clouds in

he combed the white hair around his temples and reached out to draw the

the hassle of moving the radio transceiver back to the

about ten seconds when he felt the room turn dark

approached and saw a piece of illusory paper spew out. On the paper

his head in amusement and

saw a full-body mirror, which had already turned dark, as though it was smeared

mirror lit up. Illusory fireworks began shooting inside the mirror

produced a line of golden Loenese

“Welcome back, Great Master!”

produce any sound, Klein had the baffling feeling that it

an end, the golden text distorted and formed a new

and humble servant, Arrodes, wishes to ask you

this as he said in a

line of text reformed

your answer.

evil spirit in

text froze for a few seconds before they slowly disappeared. As for the blooming