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.

danger, he didn’t attempt to converse with her. Without any hesitation, he took out a metal bottle and downed the

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out afterimages as he pounced towards the mutated Windsor. His fingernails extended as they

that were embedded in Windsor’s face made her look like a huge doll. She met him at an equally fast speed,

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rus Báthory was sent flying back as he slammed into

ripped apart, revealing

midst of his flesh, the withered grass and

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

of thoughts flashed through his mind. As he observed the battle between Rus Báthory and Windsor, he considered how he should deal

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

then spewed out all the liquid in

ignited upon contact with air,

extended. Instantly, they engulfed the

flowers were ignited one after another as they rapidly spread the flames to their own

of destruction.

him lose a great portion of his combat strength. He was relying on the Sanguine’s

was weakening. He didn’t hesitate to

feet, wisps of black gas rose and swirled around the Primordial

Bang! Bang!

sounded as the two figures suddenly

the scene had vanished in the end as Emlyn’s grabbed Windsor’s throat

he saw her hideous

Pa!

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

around, and faced the heaving Rus Báthory. He then pressed his free right hand to his chest, and he

you for

“Remember to hand over the puppet and the Beyonder characteristic to Lord Nibbs.

coagulated behind him, turning into

flapped these wings as he turned to

he landed, he quickly converged the black gases and turned to look

of relief as he pressed his fist to his mouth. As he coughed, he mumbled, “I hate fire. I hate

to leave East Borough when he

held onto Windsor’s mutated head, slowly

very

its surface was embedded with plenty of

stays… It’s really dangerous outside… Thoughts surfaced in Emlyn’s mind as he felt his spine turn cold and his muscles

through his mind, he suddenly had an idea. He stared at the Moon Puppet, and he murmured in ancient Hermes, “The Fool that doesn’t belong to this

mysterious ruler above the gray

of Yellow and

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