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

Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr. X’s

have 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

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

teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, was living in the same room he

someone sizing her up through the peephole, Fors

dressed in a black suit with very broad shoulders. He looked

right?” Following that, he closed the door

removed the colored

used a fake

rich experience as a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having a few fake

Xio’s expert help in such

was that it was ultimately a fake identity that

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

silently exhaled. 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 Abraham family at a Beyonder gathering in Backlund? And the goal is to find information on Mr.

truth. “I don’t know much about the family, so I thought of asking you

Beyonder gathering being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she

white porcelain teacup. He asked with a

I can only confirm that it was a woman. She had concealed her appearance. Uh, she seemed

woman

the Abraham family. He vanished during the War of the Four Emperors. You can try

ancestor? Mr. Door, who made the Abraham family suffer the curse of the full moon, causing many

learned some of the problems of the Abraham family from Mr. Fool, she couldn’t believe that the cause of all of this was the

know the consequences of his actions? Fors muttered silently as she

abnormal reaction as he asked, somewhat puzzled,

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

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 was momentarily at a loss for words to describe

revealed a wry smile and said, “Certainly, I’m also puzzled about

harp on this matter, afraid that Dorian Gray would notice anything amiss. She

his nose to give it a whiff. Without lighting it, he said, “I happen

alarmed by Fors’s letter. He couldn’t believe that anyone in the world would still be asking about Mr. Door. One had to know that

a prophecy that was passed around within the family—the Abrahams were increasingly