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

nothing in her suitcase except for Mr.

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

walking through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed for Room 2016

living in

her up through the peephole,

very broad shoulders. He looked to the left and right

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

removed the colored glasses that

I used a fake

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

Xio’s expert help in such

only problem was that it was ultimately a fake

identity documentation could be obtained. Furthermore, they were documents which the police department had a record of, with

and 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

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

hid two points, namely the Beyonder gathering being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she

sip from a white porcelain teacup. He asked with

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

say was that this woman had close ties with Queen

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.

family suffer the curse of the full moon, causing many members to lose

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

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

student’s abnormal reaction as he asked, somewhat puzzled,

understand. It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart from the Abraham

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

I’m also puzzled about

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

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

he had been 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

that was passed around within the family—the