Lord of the Mysteries

9:30 a.m., Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Bravehearts Bar.

Emlyn White stood rooted to his spot after he got down from the carriage. He stared ahead in a daze, nearly forgetting to avoid the sunlight.

At that moment, the bar’s main door was shut with no signs of it opening.

As a Sanguine who seldom left his home and only went to places like bars at night, Emlyn never expected the bar to be closed in the morning. He had left the Harvest Church in a rush via the transportation system after seeing the paper slip, hoping to obtain any first-hand intelligence.

To save time, he even tolerated the cramped environment and stench of the metro.

At that moment, Emlyn was somewhat peeved, but he knew that he had made the mistake. All he could do was pull a face and circle around Iron Gate Street to not waste his trip.

Just as he was about to approach a rental carriage that stood along the street, he caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

The person was wearing a brown rounded top hat and an old coat while carrying a ragged haversack. He was none other than Ian, the underground arms dealer and intelligence merchant.

Hehe, I have quite good intuition. I knew he would appear early! Emlyn was delighted as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and leisurely walked over, blocking Ian’s way as he chuckled.

“Good morning.”

Ian looked up and glanced at the handsome man before him, replying in puzzlement, “Good morning, Mr. White. You should’ve come in the evening.”

“It seems to be a suitable time now,” Emlyn said with a smile, clearly in a good mood. “Ian, why do you always wear the same clothes and outfit every time I see you?”

Ian answered without minding the question, “This can make me appear more mature while allowing me to keep a low profile.

“Of course, the main reason is that I lack money.”

The final sentence was added with a joking tone.

“I look forward to your attire in summer,” Emlyn said with a scoff.

“I’ll take off my coat,” As Ian spoke, he took out two pieces of paper from his ragged haversack. They were the bounty notices that Emlyn had previously given him. “Someone in East Borough saw this person.”

He handed over one of the papers to Emlyn, and on it was the name, Argos.

clues to the Primordial Moon believers, Emlyn asked

he looked at

out his wallet and gave 150 pounds

“That’s your reward.”

said, “There’s still another half

this merchant in front of him know the prowess of a Sanguine.

the lines as he

him the remaining piece of paper in his hand. “While my friend observed Argos and confirmed his residence, it was discovered that he had

wallet and gave another 150 pounds

was because there were only five targets, and he had successfully hunted one. Now, with two additional clues, all he needed to do was succeed in order to declare himself victor

the notes before saying with a suppressed voice, “Argos is on the third story of the apartment block at East

the room beside the staircase on the first floor at 19 Beluga

confirm your intelligence. I believe you wouldn’t wish to abandon your business for a mere 300 pounds.” Emlyn nodded gently as he gave a warning. Following that, he chuckled and said, “They were

darted around slightly as he said, “First, many bounty hunters are my friends. They have many informants in

from the people around them. If they were willing to wear more ragged clothes and did more

environment when hiding oneself… Emlyn muttered silently to himself, feeling as

be very difficult to escape without causing a commotion. It was a rather dangerous act in Backlund, as it

the situation and taking action between eight to nine in the evening after the Tarot

Although I have confidence, it feels unsafe only relying on myself… As Emlyn considered the problem, he waved his hand and bade Ian farewell.

…

Chester County,

been brought from the

Associate Professor Michele later and tell him that I’ll be paying a visit to the Relic Search and Preservation Foundation… I hope that they’ve obtained some items that have been tainted with Beyonder

on the wall clock, she hurriedly

of the bedroom. Its front paws were crossed, giving it a sense of

opened book. There were dense

her front paws from time to time to flip the page as she read

off on your education! Audrey

before standing straight up,

ran out the

haven’t said anything.” Audrey blinked as she softly

3:30 p.m. on Mondays, forbidding humans and dogs from coming close,

inferior to a dog! But, being better than this dog doesn’t seem to be something worthy of praise… Audrey puffed her cheeks with a self-deprecating comment as