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

the disguised Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr. X’s head which was wrapped

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! Fors calmed her feelings of anxiousness and picked up her

through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed for

Abraham, was living in the

sizing her up through the peephole, Fors heard the

dressed in a black suit with very broad shoulders. He looked to the left and right warily before making way,

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

down the suitcase and removed the colored

I used a

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

had Xio’s expert help in

that it was ultimately a

they were documents which the

is paying to find the direct descendants of the Abraham

Teacher,” Fors said nothing but the truth. “I don’t know much about the family, so I

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

teacup. He asked with a

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

woman had close ties with Queen Mystic

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 suffer the curse of

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

Mr. Door not know the consequences of his actions? Fors

student’s abnormal reaction as

hide my expression… Fors deliberated and said, “I just don’t understand. It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart

before Emperor Roselle’s era. How did they manage to contact each other… Could

revealed a wry smile and said, “Certainly, I’m also puzzled about this problem. Remember to tell me if

would notice anything amiss. She then said, “Teacher, why did you suddenly come to

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

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

also made him recall a prophecy that was passed around within the family—the Abrahams were increasingly approaching