Lord of the Mysteries

100 Böklund Street, in a corner of the garden in Portland Moment’s residence.

The many ants and worms that were gathering there slowly dispersed as the cold, creepy sensation faded.

That person with extraordinary powers likely doesn’t have any experience… With her goal achieved, Hazel nodded indiscernibly before turning around briskly and strolling through the garden.

She wasn’t in a rush to return as she enjoyed the crimson moonlight, the cold air, and the faint flowery scent.

After a long while, Hazel stopped her stroll and left the garden, entering the hall on the first story.

At this moment, apart from the guests still playing Texas hold’em, many ladies and gentlemen had bid farewell. Moments after Hazel found her mother, Ma’am Riana, she saw her father, Member of Parliament Macht, and a few other gentlemen walking down as they conversed with lively expressions.

“Are you ready to head home? You have to visit a very important guest tomorrow morning.” As Riana gestured for her daughter to come close, she walked towards her husband and greeted the others with a smile.

Macht nodded and said, “I would’ve loved to try another of Portland’s cigars if not for that matter.”

Riana swept her gaze to Willis, Dwayne Dantès, and company, and she asked in passing, “Gentlemen, what are you talking about? It sounds interesting.”

Macht turned his body to the side and said with a smile, “Dwayne said that he encountered ghosts when he was in the Southern Continent.

“He and his companions suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and found themselves unable to open their eyes. Their bodies were heavy, as though someone was pressing on them.

“They used a great deal of strength before escaping such a state and left their beds. However, they discovered their rooms were extremely cold. You might not know this, but East Balam’s weather is hot most of the time.

“Then, Dwayne and his companions each held double-barreled hunting rifles and stood guard the entire night. They frantically left the town after the sun rose.”

After hearing that, Ma’am Riana looked at Dwayne Dantès with piqued interest.

“Is that true?

“Do ghosts really exist?”

Klein shook his head with a smile.

“That I’m not sure of. Perhaps my companions and I had just experienced a harrowing adventure and our bodies and minds weren’t in the best of conditions. This might’ve resulted in all kinds of problems.”

The stories he told were sourced from one of Anderson’s experiences. Back when the Strongest Hunter of the Fog Sea was exploring a temple in the primitive forest, he chanced upon a specter, creating a large-scale breakout overnight.

Ghosts… Hazel turned her head to look towards the garden as the corners of her mouth curved up slightly before she held back.

She didn’t say a word as she quietly listened to her parents bidding the rest of them farewell before returning home together.

Hazel, who had changed into a sleeping gown, walked to the balcony and stood behind a

turned pale as though she had recalled an experience filled with pain

herself to retract her gaze, took two deep breaths, and turned around to

bit gently on her lip

or charms in the Sun

looking at the manhole, Klein was also doing the

she has left or not… Thankfully, after Hazel was given a

iron cigar case and made his Wraith marionette appear within the full-body

check the area to confirm

wish for Trissy to be in

having Admiral of Blood Senor appear every once in a while would fulfill the character setting I previously created. It doesn’t live nearby, and because the sewers contains a secret, it often wanders around in search of it… As Klein was thinking, he made the marionette in the ancient triangular hat leap onto the street lamp’s surface before passing through the manhole cover in a Wraith form, quickly approaching the hidden fork where Trissy hid

had night vision, could see that the

the marionette continue forward,

ground not muddy and moist, even the moss on the walls and corner had

a woman? No, perhaps he was like that to begin with… With Senor’s vision, Klein surveyed the area and determined that either Trissy hadn’t left, or she hadn’t left for more than a day;

this thought flashed through his mind, light footsteps

Senor retraced his steps and wasn’t surprised to see

peers her age who had different hairstyles. It

with her pale face that had just recovered some of its ruddiness, Trissy looked like a dreamy flower that was silently blooming in the

matter how charming a Demoness is, there’s

“Where did you go?”

her brows and said, “Would you like

to use the washroom… Klein gave a self-deprecating comment and made Senor

to pissing and

such words, as it matched Admiral of Blood’s persona of a boorish

indiscernibly frowned and said, “Is

didn’t continue on the topic as he said, “You

Trissy smiled.

bad. I’ll be leaving

paused as she slightly narrowed her

whether you’re

dead… With his

is someone who indulges in his desires, and he has no resistance towards beautiful females and

see any sparks of desire when you face

of Blood would’ve added the condition

deliberated for two seconds and made

finding myself lost to Pleasure and ending up being controlled by

instantly changed. This was indeed one of the reasons why she had raised the

habitually