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

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

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

one walking through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed for Room 2016 and rapped on the

was living in the

her up through the peephole, Fors heard the

looked

you, right?” Following that, he closed the door

the suitcase and removed the colored glasses that hid half her

used

experience as a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having a

expert help in

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

they were documents which the police department had a record of, with

“You mentioned that someone is paying to find the direct descendants of the Abraham family at a Beyonder

much about the family, so I thought of asking you to see if you

two points, namely the Beyonder gathering being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she long knew that her teacher was a member of the

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

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

say was that this woman had close

I know is that Mr. Door is the ancestor of the Abraham family. He vanished during

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

family from Mr. Fool, she couldn’t believe

actions?

his student’s abnormal reaction as

I didn’t manage to hide my expression… Fors deliberated and said, “I just don’t understand. It’s been more than a thousand years,

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 really… As an author, Fors

smile and said, “Certainly, I’m also puzzled about this problem. Remember to tell me if you find the

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 to check on your digestion

in 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

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