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

in her suitcase except for Mr. X’s head which was wrapped in

facial products, or makeup in her suitcase, but a cracked, bloody head… If they were to discover that, everyone

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

Dorian Gray Abraham, was living

through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as the gears

was dressed in a black suit with very broad shoulders. He looked to the

Following that, he closed the door and asked

and removed the colored glasses that

used a fake

Backlund with rather rich experience as a

she had Xio’s expert help in such

it was ultimately a fake identity that

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

he brought a chair over and said, “You mentioned that someone is paying to find

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

and

and drank a sip from a white porcelain teacup. He asked

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

woman

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

Door 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

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

not know the consequences of his actions? Fors muttered silently as she couldn’t

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

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 on

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

about this problem. Remember

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

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

to

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