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.

feel like a

was nothing in her suitcase except

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

walking through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed

Dorian Gray Abraham, was living in

through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the

black suit with very broad shoulders. He looked to the left

noticed you, right?” Following that, he closed the door

and removed the colored

used

a Beyonder in Backlund with rather rich experience as a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having a few fake identification

she had Xio’s expert help

only problem was that it was ultimately a

Fors had heard that there were places where real identity documentation could be obtained. Furthermore, they were documents which the police department had a record of, with the pictures swapped. Of course, the price was

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

the family, so

Tarot Gathering, and

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

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

that this woman had close ties with

few seconds before saying, “I don’t know much either. All I know is that Mr. Door is the ancestor of the Abraham family. He vanished during the War of the Four Emperors. You can try using this piece of information to get

Door, who made the Abraham family suffer the curse of

she couldn’t believe that

his actions? Fors muttered silently

as he asked, somewhat puzzled,

a thousand years, so apart from

Therefore, the queen is trying to find Mr. Door to figure out the truth of the past. That’s 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 that’s the case, it’s really… it’s really… As an author, Fors

and said, “Certainly, I’m also puzzled about this problem. Remember to tell me if you find the

matter, afraid that Dorian Gray would notice anything

give it a whiff. Without lighting it, he said,

about Mr. Door. One had to know that even the Abraham family had given up such attempts. He was the only one

made him recall a prophecy that was passed around