Lord of the Mysteries

She isn’t dead? She managed to escape? She’s actually trying to seek revenge for Prince Edessak? At that moment that he saw Trissy, Klein nearly lost control of his expression.

Although he had guessed it based on the conversation, he still felt it exceeded his expectations when the truth was placed before him.

Without even the need for a dream divination, he could still recall the Great Smog of Backlund. Trissy had conversed with him, and back then, she was eager to escape Prince Edessak’s control and escape the manipulation of her fate by the hidden person behind the scenes. She felt her daily life was filled with pain.

This Demoness who was once a man had sold her soul to an evil god to help avenge Prince Edessak? What kind of crappy trite romance plot point is this!? The corners of Klein’s lips twitched as he “saw” Walter throw a bag of food to Trissy. After “hearing” him give a few words of advice, he turned and left the secluded path.

At this moment, a figure appeared from Member of Parliament Macht’s house. It was within Klein’s line of sight from where he was standing. It followed the shadows in the street as it quickly approached the entrance to the sewer. She was none other than Hazel who held a mystical item from the Marauder pathway.

She’ll encounter Walter… This isn’t some entrance to the sewers! It’s clearly the entrance to a bustling city! Klein looked down and nearly facepalmed.

Upon arriving at the manhole, Hazel warily observed her surroundings for a few seconds before moving the cover away and climbing down. The entire process was done in one fell swoop without any signs of delay.

Stepping onto the slightly moist ground, she followed the rusted metal pipes and the sewage that slowly flowed with a clear destination in mind.

Suddenly, she felt her back turn cold as a chill ran down her spine. Her hair began to stand on end.

Right on the heels of that, Hazel seemed to plunge into a freezing river, and she felt a coldness that was overcoming her body.

She was horrified to see herself walking in a different direction, heading straight for the wall with metal pipes. And this was completely against her will!

Horror filled Hazel’s mind before she received a reprieve from her numb thoughts. She infused all her spirituality into the necklace on her neck.

The seven green gems on the necklace were equidistant from each other. Embedded around them were tiny diamonds. In the absolute darkness, they still swirled with a faint lustrous glow.

Suddenly, a gem lit up as the green glow illuminated Hazel’s ghastly face.

She leaned against the wall and paused for a moment. She moved her feet forward in an awkward manner before retracting them.

At that instant, the coldness Hazel felt had paused for a moment.

to use her spirituality to light up another green gem. She raised her right hand, aimed it at herself, and

mysterious symbols and patterns appeared in her

stolen the

just about to open her mouth to shout when she found her hands losing control again. She

she took a few brisk steps to the wall. She turned into

tried hard to struggle, but it was useless. She wasn’t

eyes widened as they filled with horror and indignation. Tears began to well in her eyes

path, returning back to the sewer entrance

control of her body. She felt

she looked around in

hand, carefully stood up, and

instead warily prepared for any attack that would appear

Street where she saw the black street lamp emitting its light, illuminating the streets that still had the remnant

pace and run home. Midway, she

the shadows and entered her garden. With the help of the gas

any room to think. She widened her eyes and subconsciously looked

to use her clothes to wipe her face, but she paused

…

newbie… In the sewers, Senor appeared with his dark red coat and triangular hat as he spoke

Klein’s control, he went invisible again as he entered the hidden fork where

approached, the black-dressed Trissy looked up

the looks of it, you have

lady was quite

Hazel and

figure appeared

only bring

how she had incited the passengers and crew on the Alfalfa, causing them to kill each other out at sea. He also knew

death was equivalent to the truth of the Great Smog of

dangerous. Roping others in will make me feel guilty, afraid that harm or even death will happen to them as a result. By getting Trissy to do it, I wouldn’t have such a psychological burden. The crimes she had committed had long doomed her to hell! The only problem is that she might be using the investigations of the mystery to Prince Edessak’s

at the middle-aged before