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.

hard-covered notebook in her

kinds of patterns that formed an ancient, mysterious picture of

of the pages of Leymano’s Travels, and it recorded

wasn’t a recorded power which Fors had gathered herself, but one

to observe the transactions of

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

goatskin’s pattern as a complicated symbol

odd signs, she felt that she had “understood” the brown pattern, as her

brown-spotted mosquito flew at

the hooded lady and carefully

appeared in Fors’s

rather curved outline with dark skin. Her

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

finding her means 500 pounds! Fors recalled the reward as she

and suck her blood. That way, she could later use

the idea after struggling for a moment. That was extremely taboo in a Beyonder gathering. If she

host of the gathering often had significant strength. Going too overboard

get the 100 pounds. If there’s another chance, I’ll consider how to lock onto her directly… I have to leave this gathering early and smear my blood over Leymano’s Travels to prevent

out of line; hence, she didn’t

…

Borough, inside a high-class

as he silently took in the crimson moon and thin clouds

the white hair around his temples and reached out to

of moving the radio transceiver back to the real

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

out. On the

in amusement

turned dark, as though it was smeared with a layer of

lit up. Illusory fireworks began shooting inside the mirror as it burst and scattered down in a beautiful

a line

“Welcome back, Great Master!”

sound, Klein had the

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

to ask you how I might be

was already very accustomed to this as he said

line of text

you for your answer. You

Klein said, “Where did the evil

for the blooming fireworks in the background, they first blurred before a