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

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

If they were to discover that,

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

living in the

peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the

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

that,

the suitcase and removed the

I used

rather rich experience as a Low-Sequence Beyonder,

had Xio’s expert help in

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

were documents which the police department had a record of, with the pictures swapped. Of course, the

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

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

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

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

not sure. I can only confirm that it was a woman. She had concealed her appearance. Uh, she seemed very powerful

didn’t say was that this woman

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

Abraham family’s ancestor? Mr. Door, who made the Abraham family suffer the curse of the full moon,

some of the problems of the Abraham family from Mr. Fool, she

of his actions? Fors muttered silently as

as he asked, somewhat puzzled, “Is

than a thousand years, so

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

“Certainly, I’m also puzzled about this

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 some matters that need me to be in Backlund. I also decided to check on

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 kept at it, teaching students on

that was passed around within the family—the Abrahams