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.

Primordial Moon believers, Emlyn asked in

he looked at him with a silent

his wallet and gave 150 pounds to

“That’s your reward.”

smiled and said, “There’s

in front of him know the prowess of a Sanguine. This was because an effective clue cost 20 pounds,

he

observed Argos and confirmed his residence, it was discovered that he had met with this

his wallet and gave another

he had successfully hunted one. Now, with two additional

notes before saying with a suppressed voice, “Argos is on the third story of the apartment block at East Borough’s 6

Kevin is similarly in East Borough. He stays in the room beside the staircase on

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,

bounty hunters are my friends. They have many informants

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 find in the messy

environment when hiding oneself… Emlyn muttered silently to himself, feeling as though he had learned a

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

on verifying the situation and taking action between

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

…

County,

servants placing the items that had been brought from the family castle in suitable spots. The

send someone to 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 effects… As Audrey’s mind wandered, she couldn’t help but smile. She

emeralds saw the time on the wall clock, she hurriedly reined in

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

was an opened book. There were dense lines of text written on

would raise one of her front paws from time to time to flip the page as she read

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

and glanced at Audrey before standing straight up, saying, “I got

out the bedroom without closing the

anything.” Audrey blinked

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

inferior to a dog! But, being better than this dog doesn’t seem to be something worthy of praise…