Lord of the Mysteries

Hat Trick Inn on Cherwood Borough’s 22 Hope Street.

Just as the attendant at the front desk was about to drink some water, she saw a lady walk in.

The lady was about 1.65 meters tall, and she wore a light-colored dress with frilly sides. Her brown curly hair cascaded down as she wore colored glasses. She looked casual, just like someone who had just returned from Desi Bay.

She held a dark brown leather suitcase as she unhurriedly walked to the front desk.

A lady with extraordinary disposition… Her attire is nice… How I wish I could see what she looks like without her glasses… As a female, the attendant habitually sized up her clothes and accessories.

She then heard the lady say in a languid tone, “One night. A single room.”

“2 soli and 8 pence.” The attendant gave her the room rate for the day and directly asked, “Do you have any identification documents?”

She wasn’t too adamant about registering her identity, because the inn had no means of confirming the authenticity of the documents.

“Yes.” The lady put down her dark brown suitcase and took out an identification document from her handbag before passing it to her.

“Margaret Taylor…” the attendant muttered as she registered her before finding a bunch of keys. “Room 2012.”

“Thank you.” The lady in fashionable attire received the keys, carried the dark brown suitcase, and walked towards the staircase.

At this moment, an attendant in a red vest came over. He bowed and asked, “How may I help you?”

He immediately cast his gaze on the dark brown suitcase.

The lady curled her lips into a smile as she shook her head.

“There’s no need. It’s very light.”

With that said, she didn’t stop as she walked up the stairs and entered Room 2012.

Only after she closed the door and put down the suitcase did she raise her right hand to her chest, letting out a long sigh of relief.

I feel

none other than the disguised Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr. X’s head which

guessed that a fashionable lady didn’t have any clothes, facial products, or makeup in her suitcase, but a cracked, bloody head… If they were to discover that, everyone in the inn would be given a fright… This is

the corridor and saw no one walking through it. She hurriedly walked out

living in the

through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the gears

He looked to the left and

that,

and removed the colored glasses that hid half

I used

a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having a few

she had Xio’s expert help in

problem was that it was ultimately a fake identity that couldn’t

could be obtained. Furthermore, they were documents which the police department had a record of, with the pictures swapped. Of course, the price

got Fors to sit, he brought a chair over and said, “You mentioned that someone is paying to find the direct descendants of the Abraham

know much about the family, so I thought

being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she long knew that

down and drank a sip from a white porcelain teacup. He asked with a calm expression, “Who was the

Uh, she seemed very powerful and must have quite a strong backing.” Fors described her impression of

she didn’t say was that this woman

know much either. All I know is that Mr. Door is the ancestor of the Abraham family. He

of the full moon, causing many members to lose control, is actually the Abraham

Mr. Fool, she couldn’t believe that the cause of all of this was the source

actions? Fors muttered silently as she couldn’t help but

student’s abnormal reaction as he

more than a thousand years, so apart from the Abraham family’s direct descendants, who would wish to gather information on Mr. Door and

normal… However, Mr. Door vanished in the War of the Four Emperors, more than a thousand years before Emperor Roselle’s era. How did they manage to contact each other… Could it be that Emperor Roselle could also hear the full moon ravings… Hmm, I remember Mr. Door making a remark that Mr. Door might be calling for help… If

also puzzled about this problem. Remember to tell me if

matter, afraid that Dorian Gray would notice anything amiss. She then said, “Teacher, why

Without lighting it, he said, “I happen to have some matters that need me to be in Backlund. I also decided to check on

believe that anyone in the world would still be asking about Mr. Door. One had to know that even the Abraham family had given up such attempts. He was the only one who kept at it,

made him recall a prophecy that was passed around within