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.

that there really were clues to the Primordial Moon

reply as he looked

took out his wallet and gave 150

“That’s your reward.”

“There’s still another half to

a Sanguine. This was because an effective clue cost 20 pounds, while an exact location cost

between the lines as he asked in pleasant surprise,

discovered that he had met with this person named Galis

good.” Emlyn emptied his wallet and gave another 150 pounds to

abnormally delighted; he felt that the Ancestor and Mr. Fool were blessing him. This was because there were only five targets, and he had successfully hunted one. Now,

counted and checked the notes before saying with a suppressed voice, “Argos is on the third story of

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

intelligence. I believe you wouldn’t wish to abandon your business for a mere 300 pounds.” Emlyn nodded gently

slightly as he said, “First, many bounty

they 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 find in the messy

in environment when hiding oneself… Emlyn muttered

would be 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

and taking action between eight to nine

believer from before was quite strong. These two likely aren’t weaker. Although I have confidence, it feels unsafe only relying on myself… As Emlyn considered the

…

County, Stoen

had been brought

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,

on the wall clock, she hurriedly reined in her

of the bedroom. Its front

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

her front paws from time to time to flip the

Susie like that, I feel a little ashamed… Audrey, you mustn’t slack off on your education! Audrey encouraged herself in silence as she approached, planning

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

saying that, it briskly ran out the

blinked as she

room from 3 to 3:30 p.m. on Mondays, forbidding humans and dogs from coming close, she had also done similar matters at other times, pretending

raised my motivation to learn, as well 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