Lord of the Mysteries

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Emlyn couldn’t help but look around. He suspected that The World was lurking around him, as though he was one of the nearby believers.

After all, he had never mentioned the Mental Terror Candle at the Tarot Club. Bishop Utravsky seldom had conflicts with others, so he almost never used any mystical items. If it wasn’t because Emlyn had been planted with a psychological cue to frequently head to the Harvest Church and received the heads-up from Sherlock Moriarty, he wouldn’t have asked the bishop and learned of the existence of the Mental Terror Candle.

At that instant, everyone looked like The World to Emlyn. Be it the plump middle-aged man, the granny with a gray headscarf, or the fashionable beauty, he felt that all of them looked like they had something similar to The World.

No, I must figure it out. He’s actually so aware of my surroundings… I haven’t mentioned certain things even while in front of Mr. Fool… Emlyn was left in utter shock as he stood up and walked to the clergymen’s break room at the back. In a quiet and empty environment, he replied, “Honorable Mr. Fool, I wish to directly communicate with The World.”

In less than ten seconds, Emlyn saw a dark red glow surge forward like a tidal wave and devour him.

Then, he found himself back above the gray fog. He was inside the majestic palace and was seated at his seat.

And at the other end of the mottled table was the blurry-figure of The World who was waiting for him.

Compared to before, Emlyn had changed tremendously. He wasn’t in a rush to speak to The World, and he instead bowed to Mr. Fool, who was leisurely watching at the other end of the table, before looking at his target.

“How did you know that I can get the Mental Terror Candle?”

Under Klein’s control, The World said with a hoarse laugh, “We might have met before.”

He didn’t speak further and only mentioned the key point. As for whether Emlyn could figure out the situation, that wasn’t his problem.

Of course, Klein believed that Emlyn lacked the ability to connect The World to Sherlock Moriarty since he lacked the necessary clues.

Emlyn frowned bit by bit as he had a few targets of suspicion, but he wasn’t able to determine who was The World.

“Believe me. I have no ill intentions towards the members of the Tarot Club,” The World added when he saw Emlyn in a state of prolonged silence.

Heh, there will be a day when I’ll find you! Emlyn silently muttered to himself as he asked, “What are you going to do with the Mental Terror Candle? I need to have a substantial reason to borrow such a mystical item.”

Klein controlled his urge to rub his temples as he made The World turn solemn and say, “To treat my psychological problems.”

Treat… psychological problems… Emlyn couldn’t help but shrink his body back before straightening it again.

Looking back at The World, his eyes clearly indicated that The World really was a dangerous lunatic.

have such effects, Emlyn thought for a moment and said, “I can only borrow it for half

horror and pleas that were running through his mind as he controlled

Candle was effective, Klein could finish the problem in fifteen minutes. If it wasn’t of any use, it would be the same even if he possessed it for days or months. Therefore, the rental duration wasn’t

cost 300 pounds, as well as five pages of Beyonder powers in Leymano’s

outsource half of

Klein lampooned, he made The World

the real world and walked into the Harvest Church’s

the altar and waiting for Bishop Utravsky to finish talking to the believers,

tried borrowing similar items from the bishop. He had no idea what kind of attitude the bishop

gaze darted around, Emlyn subconsciously surveyed the tiny prayer

to learn about herbs. I’ve made the faith of Mother Earth spread quite significantly in this

friend that has a psychological problem.

because his pride didn’t permit him to

at the priest-robed Emlyn and

“Okay.”

Emlyn was stunned, finding it unbelievable that the bishop would agree

he couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you afraid

replied with a smile, “Everyone and every item has its end. They will all return to the earth, buried deep

means that my connection with it has come to an

by you is

leave the Harvest Church. He randomly found an

…

gray fog, Klein once again received the

surface was covered with what looked like human skin. There were a few warts that

was very short and was entirely black in color. It was

was still weak; otherwise, what awaited him was the irreversible fate of losing control. Furthermore, the mysterious space

he extended his hand

he couldn’t be sure who “me” referred to. The

Pa!

his fingers and lit the Mental Terror

pitch-black wick, a flame with light-blue spirituality silently

environment changed as a cupboard, desk, bunk bed, and gas meter appeared in Klein’s eyes. The crimson moonlight

the apartment where the Morettis had

place where Klein Moretti had