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.

do I feel like a psychotic

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

didn’t have any clothes, facial products, or makeup in her suitcase, but a cracked, bloody head… If they were to discover that, everyone in the

observed the corridor and saw no one walking through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed for Room 2016 and rapped on the

Abraham, was living

sizing her up through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the

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 asked

suitcase and removed the colored glasses that

used a

rich experience as a

expert help

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

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

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

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

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

sip from a white porcelain teacup. He asked with a calm expression,

can only confirm that it was a woman. She had concealed her appearance. Uh, she seemed very powerful and must have quite a strong backing.” Fors described her impression of

that this woman had close

the Abraham family. He vanished during the War of the Four Emperors. You can try using this piece of information to get

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

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

consequences of his actions? Fors

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

deliberated and said, “I 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 gather information

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

wry smile and said, “Certainly, I’m also puzzled about this problem.

would notice anything amiss. She then said, “Teacher, why did

to give it a whiff. Without lighting it, he said, “I happen to have some matters that need me to be in

Mr. Door. One had to know that even the Abraham family had given up such attempts. He was the only one who kept at it, teaching students on

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