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.

to the Primordial

reply as he looked at him with

took out his wallet and gave 150 pounds to

“That’s your reward.”

“There’s

of him know the prowess of a Sanguine. This was because an effective clue

he quickly read between the lines as he asked in

friend observed Argos and confirmed his residence, it was discovered that he had met with this person named Galis Kevin. Therefore, I’ve obtained the residence of the two targets at

wallet and gave another

had successfully hunted one. Now, with two additional clues, all he

voice, “Argos is on the third story of the

Borough. He stays in the room beside the staircase on

for a mere 300 pounds.” Emlyn nodded gently as he gave

said, “First, many bounty hunters are my friends. They have many informants in

wore very different attire from the people around them. If they were willing to wear more ragged clothes and did more than twelve hours of labor work, I believe they would be hard to

One needs to take note of the difference in environment when hiding oneself… Emlyn muttered silently to himself, feeling as though he had

very difficult to escape without causing a commotion. It was a rather dangerous act in Backlund, as it meant that the Mandated Punishers or Nighthawks might come knocking at the door just

taking action between eight to nine in the evening

As Emlyn considered the problem, he waved his hand and bade Ian farewell. He rode on a rental carriage, heading back for the south side

…

Chester County, Stoen

railing, watching the servants placing the items that had been brought from the

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 effects… As Audrey’s mind wandered, she couldn’t help but smile. She was proud

saw the time on the wall clock, she hurriedly reined in her thoughts

was slumped in a corner of the bedroom. Its front paws were crossed, giving it

opened book. There were dense lines of text

paws from time to time to flip the page as she

Audrey, you mustn’t slack off on your education!

looked up and glanced at Audrey before

it briskly ran out the bedroom

said anything.” Audrey blinked as

she wanted to be alone in the room from 3 to 3:30 p.m. on Mondays, forbidding humans and

as how strictly I handle matters… I can’t be 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 she sat by her bed, awaiting the beginning of