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.

feel like

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

bloody head… If they were to discover that, everyone in the inn would

She hurriedly walked

Abraham, was living in the same room he

her up through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob

very broad shoulders. He looked to the left and right warily before making way, allowing his student to

Following that, he closed the door and asked

put down the suitcase and removed the

I used a fake

rich experience as a Low-Sequence Beyonder, having a

she had Xio’s expert

it was ultimately a fake identity that

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

a chair over and said, “You mentioned that someone is paying to find the direct descendants of the Abraham family at a Beyonder gathering in Backlund? And

about the family, so

and that she long knew that

a sip from a white porcelain teacup.

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

she didn’t say was that this woman had

that Mr. Door is the ancestor of the Abraham family. He vanished during the War of the Four

the Abraham family’s ancestor? Mr. Door, who made the Abraham family suffer the curse of the full moon, causing many members to lose control, is actually the Abraham family’s ancestor?

the Abraham family from Mr. Fool, she couldn’t believe that the cause

know the consequences of his actions? Fors muttered silently as

abnormal reaction as he

It’s been more than a thousand years, so apart from the Abraham family’s direct descendants,

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

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

that Dorian Gray would notice anything amiss. She then said,

and picked up a cigarette as he raised it to his nose to give it a whiff. Without lighting it, he said, “I happen to

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

passed around