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

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

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

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

Dorian Gray Abraham, was living in the

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

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

Following that, he closed the door and

put down the suitcase and removed the colored glasses that hid half

I used a

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

expert help

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

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 swapped.

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 is to find information on Mr.

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

and that she

and drank a sip from a white porcelain teacup. He asked with a calm expression, “Who was the

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

was that this woman had close ties with

of the Abraham family. He vanished during the War of the Four Emperors. You can try

the Abraham 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 from Mr. Fool, she couldn’t believe

actions? Fors

as he asked, somewhat puzzled, “Is there

more than a thousand years, so apart from the Abraham family’s direct descendants, who would wish to

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

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

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

a cigarette as he raised it to his nose to give it a whiff. Without lighting it, he said, “I happen to have some matters that need me to be in Backlund. I also decided

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 had given up

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