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

other than the disguised Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except

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 in the inn would be given a fright… This is source material for a detective novel!

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

teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, was living in the same room he

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

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

noticed you, right?” Following that, he closed

suitcase and removed the colored glasses

used

as a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having

had Xio’s expert help in such

problem was that it was ultimately a fake identity

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

paying to find the direct descendants of the Abraham family at a Beyonder gathering in Backlund? And the goal

but the truth. “I don’t know much about the family,

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

a white porcelain teacup.

I 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

didn’t say was that this woman had close ties with Queen

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

suffer the curse of the full moon, causing many members to lose control, is actually the Abraham

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

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

as he asked, somewhat

no, 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, so apart from the Abraham

Mr. Door vanished in the War of the Four Emperors, more than a thousand years before Emperor Roselle’s era. How

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

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

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

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 his own

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