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.

moment and said, “I can only borrow it

held back the horror and pleas that were running through his mind as he controlled The World to

it would be the same even if he possessed it for days or

count and said, “The rental fee will cost 300 pounds, as well as five pages of Beyonder powers in Leymano’s

to outsource half of the debt

fellow use… As Klein lampooned,

world and walked into the Harvest Church’s break room for the

gaze to the side of the altar and waiting for Bishop Utravsky to

similar items from

darted around, Emlyn subconsciously surveyed the

helped Father rescue many commoners who were infected by the plague, and have been teaching those who wish to learn about herbs. I’ve made the faith of Mother Earth spread quite significantly in this borough. What’s wrong with borrowing the Mental Terror Candle for half a day? Emlyn raised his chin and walked to Bishop Utravsky, who he needed to look up

problem. I wish

because his pride didn’t permit

at the priest-robed

“Okay.”

stunned, finding it unbelievable that the bishop

it as he couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll

all return to the earth, buried

with it has come to an end. I will need to patiently await the arrangements

Candle is lost depends on fate, but whether I end up being killed by you is also

excuse of needing to treat his friend to leave the Harvest Church. He

…

gray fog, Klein once again received the Mental Terror

was burnt, and its surface was covered with what looked like human skin. There were

black in color.

He wanted to resolve the problem completely while it was still weak; otherwise, what awaited him was the irreversible fate of losing control.

he extended his

moment, he didn’t do any divination because he couldn’t be sure who “me” referred to. The outcome would naturally be

Pa!

fingers and lit the Mental

pitch-black wick, a flame with light-blue spirituality silently glowed, illuminating the palace that looked like a giant’s

eyes. The crimson moonlight shone in

was the apartment where the Morettis had

was the place where Klein