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 gap in the curtains. She looked towards

as though she had recalled an

two deep breaths, and turned around to walk to

this process, she bit gently on her lip and muttered silently,

or charms

manhole,

been days. I wonder how well that Demoness, Trissy, has recovered and whether she has left or not… Thankfully, after Hazel was given a scare by me, she hasn’t dared to approach the manhole… Klein’s gaze swept the iron-black street lamps as

case and made

sewers to check the area to confirm Trissy’s condition.

Klein didn’t wish for Trissy to be in the vicinity any longer, wishing that

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

had night vision, could see that

already recovered and left? Klein thought as he made the marionette

that the place was tidied up. Not only was the ground not muddy and moist, even the

surveyed the area and determined that either Trissy hadn’t left, or she hadn’t left

thought flashed through his mind, light

control, Senor retraced his steps and wasn’t surprised

cascading down, unlike peers her age who had different hairstyles. It

its ruddiness, Trissy looked like a dreamy flower that was silently blooming in

a dead person won’t be enticed! No matter how charming a Demoness is, there’s no way they can make the

“Where did you go?”

and said, “Would you like to relieve yourself where you

Demoness wouldn’t need to use the washroom… Klein gave a self-deprecating comment and

referring to pissing

as

said,

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

Trissy smiled.

bad. I’ll be

she slightly narrowed

be frank, I doubt whether you’re the

alive or dead… With

Wraith’s face and said, “It’s said that Admiral of Blood is someone who indulges in his desires, and he has no resistance towards beautiful females

don’t see any sparks

added the condition of doing something

and made Senor give a

lost to Pleasure and ending up being controlled

of the reasons why

habitually indulged in their