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

If they were to discover that, everyone in the inn would be given a fright… This is source material for a detective novel! Fors calmed her feelings

no one walking through it. She hurriedly walked out and headed for Room

Abraham, was living in the same

her up through the peephole, Fors heard the doorknob twist as

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

right?” Following that, he closed the door

removed the colored glasses that hid half

I used

a Low-Sequence Beyonder,

had Xio’s expert help in such

was ultimately a fake identity that couldn’t

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

As he got Fors to sit, he brought 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 the goal is

Fors said nothing but the truth. “I don’t know much about the family, so I thought of asking

points, namely the Beyonder gathering being called the Tarot Gathering, and that she long knew that her

sat down and drank a sip from a white porcelain teacup. He asked with a calm

her appearance. Uh, she seemed very powerful and must have quite a strong

was that this woman had close ties with Queen Mystic

Mr. Door is the ancestor of the

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

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

student’s abnormal reaction as he asked,

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 family’s direct descendants,

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…

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

would notice anything amiss. She then said, “Teacher, why did

it, he said, “I happen to have some matters

fact, 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

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