Lord of the Mysteries

Under the crimson but gloomy moonlight, Emlyn took out a metal bottle, twisted its lid, and downed it.

Then, he seemed to transform into a shadow as he drifted over the surface of the wall, quickly and silently following Rus Báthory.

Sanguine were always known for their speed. The two Barons ran through the sides of the dark alleys and streets, one after another, spending more than half an hour to arrive at the messy and dirty East Borough where they stopped in front of an old apartment.

Seeing Rus Báthory choose to climb the pipe, and using the most stealthy approach to head for the third story, Emlyn slowed down his pace and didn’t rush to follow behind him, as he would be easily discovered.

After two seconds of serious consideration, he picked up a translucent perfume bottle, twisted it open, and pressed down on it, scattering the liquid inside it onto his body.

This potion only had one use—eliminate his smell to make it identical to his surroundings!

After putting down the bottle in his hand, Emlyn raised the brass bottle and downed the liquid inside.

A Potions Professor sure is troublesome… he mumbled, looking down as his hands became transparent. The brass bottle seemed to be floating in front of his sleeve.

After Emlyn stuffed the tiny bottle away, all that was left was a formal suit, a top hat, and a pair of leather shoes without any buttons or laces. They formed a human shape as they moved about.

Another completely transparent bottle resembling a perfume bottle flew over and floated in midair as it pressed itself, spurting the potion inside onto the clothes.

Following that, the suit, top hat, and shoes turned faint and completely disappeared.

After completing his “invisibility,” Emlyn glanced at the apartment where Rus Báthory had entered. He silently climbed a pipe, and he chased after him with extreme speed.

While the window was still ajar, he floated inside like a transparent cloud, without causing so much as a stir. He hid in the corner as he watched the thin-faced but charming Rus Báthory search for the target.

The latter slowly frowned since the place was empty. There wasn’t even a mosquito, much less a person, despite the former becoming active in the past week.

And this Sanguine Baron had already confirmed that the Moon Puppet was here.

Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.

The apartment’s main door opened as a woman in a black dress leisurely walked in. When she saw Rus Báthory, she asked with an ethereal voice, “Who are you looking for…”

Emlyn looked in the direction of the sound, and he saw a dark-skinned, long-browed face with soft outlines and a drooping mouth. It was none other than his target Windsor.

However, in Emlyn’s eyes, this Primordial Moon’s devout believer had certain differences from her portrait. He discovered that her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth were curved up, like they were mimicking the crimson moon.

And her forehead, cheeks, neck, and every layer of skin that she exposed had patches of withered grass and flowers.

… Man, what did Rus Báthory sell to her? Why would she become like this? Emlyn jumped in fright as he felt the hair on his back stand up.

Meanwhile, withered grass mixed with dried flowers grew from the floor, walls, door, and ceiling in swaths.

They began to isolate the room from the outside world, creating an extremely strange scene.

he didn’t attempt to converse with her. Without any

Pa!

the bottle as his body dragged out afterimages as he pounced towards the mutated Windsor. His fingernails extended as they swirled with

that were embedded in Windsor’s face made her look like a huge doll. She met him at an equally fast speed, clawing at Rus Báthory without any aversion to being

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Báthory was sent flying back as he

sleeves were ripped apart, revealing the bone-deep

midst of his flesh, the withered grass and dried flowers slowly

This was the first time Emlyn was encountering such an enemy. He huddled in a corner and nearly

as all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. As he observed the

withered grass and dried flowers… Withered grass and dried flowers… They’re likely afraid of fire! Emlyn’s heart stirred as he immediately abandoned his invisibility, took out another metal bottle, twisted its lid,

spewed out all

liquid ignited upon contact with air, extending its

the fire extended. Instantly, they engulfed the room in a

were ignited one after another as they rapidly spread

seconds, the sealed environment was on the brink of destruction. As for the grass and flowers on Windsor’s body, they were also turning

had a gaping hole dug through his chest, making him lose a great portion of his combat strength. He was relying on the

his enemy as a flaming torch, Emlyn acutely noticed that her aura was weakening. He didn’t hesitate to

and swirled around the Primordial Moon believer like chains that bound her

Bang! Bang! Bang!

and short bursts sounded as the two figures

as Emlyn’s grabbed Windsor’s throat with his

second, he saw her

Pa!

embedded with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor’s body as the flames

then pressed his free right hand to his chest, and he bowed with a

for your

Rus Báthory instantly turn furious and helpless, Emlyn added in great delight, “Remember to hand over the puppet and the Beyonder characteristic to Lord Nibbs. They might

black gases coagulated behind him,

to fly

he landed, he quickly converged the black gases and

he pressed his fist to his mouth. As he coughed,

was just about to leave East Borough when he felt

head, slowly

first saw a very tiny figure before identifying

wooden pole. Its eyes and mouth were curved like a crescent, and its surface was embedded with plenty of withered grass

What the hell is this… I’m still very far from where Lord Nibbs stays… It’s really dangerous outside… Thoughts surfaced in Emlyn’s mind as

had an idea. He stared at the Moon Puppet, and he murmured in ancient

mysterious ruler above

of Yellow and

…

of the night!?” Klein sat up as he rubbed his temples