Lord of the Mysteries

In the dark night, and within the green vine forest, Klein closed his eyes as he listened to that musical movement that was emitted from the sky.

He felt calm in both body and mind, but he felt a faint sense of depression and sadness grow, emanate, and resonate.

After an unknown period of time, the soothing melody finally disappeared as the hanging pea vines gently swayed in the night wind.

Klein sighed silently as he opened his eyes and looked up. He saw that Queen Mystic Bernadette had handed over the orifice-filled human skull back to the “servant” that was half-man, half-wind.

“It’s done.” Bernadette’s gentle and calm voice sounded.

“Thank you for your help.” Klein bowed once again as he controlled Wraith Senor to return to his side.

At this moment, the pea vines retracted upwards and slowly turned faint. Soon, the green forest vanished.

Klein and Senor simultaneously landed at the entrance to the bridge. There was no one around this silent area, apart from a platoon of soldiers whose backs were facing him. There was nothing different from before.

The fairytale-like scene from before was like an illusion.

Only then did Klein have the time to observe his marionette. He discovered that his marionette appeared more like a dead man than before. His face was pale and his aura cold. He gave off an obvious sense of gloom.

This is likely the result of a single high-dosage of contamination… If it’s just guarding Chanis Gate for one to two times a week, with each duty happening during the day, it wouldn’t be this serious. It’s impossible that two months is the limit… If that’s the case, even if it’s the church of an orthodox deity, it won’t be able to afford such losses… I expect a normal Keeper to live for several years, or even more than ten years. However, it’s easy to mutate midway and lose control… Sigh, they likely already know of the outcome when they chose to become Keepers… Klein felt poignant as he made Senor project himself onto the gold coin inside the iron cigar case.

Following that, he used Traveling to head out to sea. After selecting food for Creeping Hunger, he returned to his master bedroom’s bathroom in 160 Böklund Street.

…

5th June. Sunday. Inside the Hall family castle.

Audrey was sitting in front of a study desk as she admired the sight of the mystical item she had just acquired.

Its outer appearance was that of a black fishnet glove that reached the elbow. It appeared to be a product of the royal family that came with a sense of magnificence and elegance.

This was the item the Artisan had made after some time, using the Mentor of Confusion Beyonder characteristic she had obtained from The World Gehrman Sparrow.

Audrey had previously asked her father, Earl Hall, and obtained the answer: “You can buy it and use it for yourself. Having such filial thoughts is already good enough.” Hence, she specially instructed Mr. Hanged Man to get the Artisan to make it into an item that could be carried around by a lady.

This also made her suspect if her father had better mystical items, or if the Church of the Goddess provided him rather high-level protection.

fishnet glove gave the wearer several Beyonder

dignity and body, making

the ability to distort a target’s words, actions, and intent. It allowed one to formulate a certain

fondness, making it difficult to have any thoughts of animosity or even wish to fight the wearer. If the conditions were suitable, the person who received the

to produce a “Chaos” effect on a target or surrounding area, making it difficult for attacks to land on the wearer, and making the enemy easily “choose” to make the wrong

However, what vexed her was that the Artisan’s level

slowly grow dark, making them often wish to take shortcuts, use schemes, or dishonorable methods to complete matters. Second, the wearer would enter a state of Chaos after wearing it for more than three minutes. Audrey had tried it previously, and she had made a mistake without realizing it when she

off her clothes, enter the bathtub, and then finish washing up. However, Audrey had first entered the bathtub, filled it with cold water, and waited until her clothes were wet before she remembered to

only thing she was thankful about was that she had eventually controlled herself and hadn’t called

me feel like a curly-haired baboon!

and eliminate her dark thoughts. Furthermore, she had Susie to provide

I’ll wear it at critical moments. Ah, right, I still have Lie. It will amplify my emotions, so combined with the glove, it will only worsen the darkness in my heart. The current me might not be able to withstand it… Audrey’s green eyes

moment, she heard knocking at

Annie, said from the outside, “Miss Audrey, the Lord wishes to

fishnet glove on the door as she

a shirt and matching vest, touched his beautiful beard and said with a chuckle, “Are you not ready?

night will be your 18th birthday

spoke, Earl Hall looked at Annie and company, indicating

it’s the annual socializing season again.” Audrey

a laugh, “Have you thought of how you can

her lips into

“Of course.

it up and putting it into a bag. Susie will carry

of chaos and confusion, and its dark psychological problems could be treated by Audrey with Placate. More importantly, without Lie’s amplification, Susie, who was also a Psychiatrist, could also check on

aback as he praised

smug, but she said in a reserved manner, “I plan on calling it

you for

I can concoct the potion and attempt an advancement! Audrey added

…

160 Böklund

balcony as he peeped at the street through the gap in

his plan of stealing the Antigonus family’s notebook in a

enter a contaminated state. From his frequent visits to the cathedral for praying, bible studies, and donations, he

his target without