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.

I feel like a psychotic

none other than the disguised Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr. X’s

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

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

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

peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the

with very broad shoulders. He looked to the left and right warily before making way, allowing his student

one noticed you, right?” Following that, he

put down the suitcase and removed the

I used a fake

rather rich experience as a Low-Sequence Beyonder,

Xio’s expert help in

was that it was ultimately a fake identity

Fors had heard 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

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

about the family, so I thought of asking

being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she long knew that

teacup. He asked with a calm expression, “Who was the one

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

that this woman had close ties with Queen Mystic

pondered for a few 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

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

she couldn’t believe that the cause of all of

of his actions? Fors muttered silently as

Gray noticed his student’s abnormal reaction as he asked,

deliberated and said, “I just don’t understand. It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart from the

Queen Mystic is Emperor Roselle’s daughter, and Mr. Door has appeared in Emperor Roselle’s diary. Therefore, the queen is trying 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 remark that Mr. Door might be calling for help… If that’s the case, it’s really… it’s

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

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

whiff. Without lighting it, he said, “I happen to have some matters that need

about Mr. Door. One had to know that even the Abraham family had given up such attempts. He was

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