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

in her suitcase except

cracked, bloody head… If they were to discover that, everyone in the inn would be given a fright… This is source

hurriedly walked out and headed for Room 2016 and rapped on

Dorian Gray Abraham, was living

sizing her up through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob

shoulders. He looked to the left and right warily before making way, allowing

right?” Following that, he closed the door and asked

and removed the colored glasses that hid half her

I used

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

she had Xio’s expert help in

it was ultimately a fake identity

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

and said, “You mentioned that someone is paying to find

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

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

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

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

woman had close ties with Queen Mystic

that Mr. Door is the ancestor of the Abraham family. He

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

she couldn’t believe that the cause of all of this was

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

as he asked,

Fors deliberated and said, “I just don’t understand. It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart from

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

also puzzled about this problem. Remember

would notice anything

picked up 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

he had been alarmed by Fors’s letter. 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 such attempts. He was the only one who kept at it, teaching students on

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