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.

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

Pa!

as he pounced towards the

grass and dry flowers that were embedded in Windsor’s face made her look like a huge doll. She met him at an

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Báthory was sent flying back as he slammed

sleeves were ripped apart, revealing the

flesh, the withered grass and dried flowers slowly grew from the

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

rashly appear as all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. As he observed the battle between Rus Báthory

fire! Emlyn’s heart

all the liquid in

contact with air, extending

Instantly, they engulfed the room in a

grass and flowers were ignited one after another as they rapidly

brink of destruction. As for the grass and flowers on Windsor’s body, they

Rus Báthory had a gaping hole dug through his chest, making him lose a great portion

noticed that her aura was weakening. He didn’t hesitate to lunge

gas rose and swirled around the

Bang! Bang!

bursts sounded as the two

end as Emlyn’s grabbed

a second, he saw her hideous appearance and snapped

Pa!

with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor’s

Windsor’s mutated head, turned around, and faced the heaving Rus Báthory. He then pressed his free right hand

for

instantly turn furious and helpless, Emlyn added in great delight, “Remember to hand over the

saying that, black gases coagulated behind him,

these wings as he turned to fly out the

converged the black gases and

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

leave East Borough when he felt a chill run

mutated head, slowly turned

first saw a very tiny

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

It’s really dangerous outside… Thoughts surfaced in Emlyn’s mind as he felt his

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

ruler above the gray

Yellow and Black who wields

…

a man have some sleep in the middle of the