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.

do I feel like

was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr. X’s head which was wrapped in

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 source material for a detective novel!

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

was living in the same

the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the

black suit with very broad shoulders. He looked

you, right?” Following that,

put down the suitcase and removed the colored glasses

I used

a Beyonder in Backlund with rather rich experience as a

she had Xio’s expert help in

it was ultimately a fake identity that couldn’t stand up to

documentation could be obtained. Furthermore, they were documents which the police department

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

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

the Tarot Gathering, and that she long knew that her teacher was a member of the

from a white porcelain teacup.

had concealed her appearance. Uh, she seemed very powerful and must have quite a strong backing.” Fors described

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

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

family’s ancestor? Mr. Door, who made the Abraham family suffer the curse of the full moon, causing many members to lose control, is actually the Abraham family’s ancestor? Fors

Abraham family from Mr. Fool, she

the consequences of his actions? Fors muttered silently

student’s abnormal reaction as he asked,

don’t understand. It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart from the Abraham family’s direct descendants, who

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

I’m also puzzled about this problem. Remember to tell me if you

anything amiss. She then

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

He couldn’t believe that anyone in the world would still be asking about Mr. Door. One had to know that even the Abraham family

a prophecy that was passed around

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