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

Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr.

suitcase, but a cracked, bloody head… If they were to discover that,

observed the corridor and saw no one walking through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed for Room 2016 and rapped

was living in

her up through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob

broad shoulders. He looked to the

right?” Following that, he closed the door and

and removed the colored glasses that hid

used a

as a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having a few fake identification

she had Xio’s expert help

that it was ultimately a

where real identity documentation could be obtained. Furthermore, they were documents which the police department had

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

about the family, so I thought of asking you to see

gathering being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she

teacup. He asked with a calm

Uh, she seemed very powerful and must have quite a

she didn’t say was that this woman had close ties with

“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

Mr. Door, who made the Abraham family suffer the curse of the full moon, causing many members to lose control, is

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

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

as he asked, somewhat puzzled, “Is there a

said, “I just don’t understand. It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart from the Abraham family’s direct descendants, who would wish to gather information on

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

about this problem. Remember to tell me if you

didn’t harp on this matter, afraid that Dorian Gray would notice anything amiss. She then said, “Teacher, why did you

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, teaching students on his own

was passed around within the family—the Abrahams were increasingly approaching their