Lord of the Mysteries

Upon hearing Klein’s question, the infant wrapped in silver silk raised his fleshy arms and threw them up.

“I can’t do anything about it either. I’m still in my mother’s womb!

“Although you can no longer write on that paper crane, it can still help me locate you. If there’s anything, I will inform you!”

Klein had already expected such an answer from Will Auceptin. He maintained his smile and explained, “That paper crane is already damaged. I think it will have problems locating my position.”

Following that, he gave his suggestion:

“Perhaps we can do this, you can summon my messenger when you’re born to write to me.”

He wasn’t too worried that Will Auceptin’s birth would result in anything abnormal, causing the Snake of Fate to have to change locations while in a baby’s body. That would prevent him from contacting him again.

Inside the black pram, Will Auceptin gaped his mouth before closing it again, momentarily not giving an answer.

After a few seconds, the infant’s mouth curled and said, “Do you think that’s realistic?

“Not only are you getting a newborn to write a letter to you, he still needs to hold a ritual and summon a messenger?”

Klein chuckled and said, “But you’re a Snake of Fate.”

“The laws of nature still need to be respected!” Will Auceptin threw down “His” arms and smacked the cushion beside him.

This infant thought for a moment and said, “Let’s do this. Get someone to watch this area. Once they realize an infant is born, they can immediately inform you.”

Klein’s eyes darted about for a while before saying, “That works.”

On this matter, he had many people he could get help from. He could hire a gangster through Sharron and inform him via his messenger, or he could get the usually free Emlyn White to do it. He could also hire bounty hunter, Miss Xio, letting Miss Magician be responsible for informing The World Gehrman Sparrow of the developments. He could also get Arrodes to take note of the surroundings and report to him through a one-way communication method.

However, that fellow, Emlyn’s nose is very sharp. I wonder if he will smell the placenta blood and be able to identify what it truly is… If that’s the case, it might result in him suffering the impact of seeing a Mythical Creature. His intelligence will drop and he will turn mentally unsound to the point of his body mutating… Klein hurriedly asked before Will Auceptin’s pram retreated into the shadows, “I have a, hmm—teacher who I haven’t been in contact for a while. Can you help me read his current fate?

“His name is Azik Eggers.”

above the gray fog, all he saw was

metamorphosis. It might be good, but it might also be bad. That’s all that can be seen

special? Something directly derived from Death’s godhood? Metamorphosis? This is referring to Mr. Azik’s recovery of more memories, so he’s in a slumber to recover his corresponding strength? Klein thought as he

for your

turned his head and looked

thought and

on what I know, Blasphemer Amon is here in Backlund. Of course, it’s most

Auceptin was taken aback for

Ouroboros are absolute enemies—No, a more accurate description is that ‘He’ hates the True Creator.

black pram retreated into the shadows as

the sharing of the ancient sun god. ‘He’ is the black infant in the middle of the Storm

…

the evening at the East Balam Military

with ten thousand pounds into a heavy safe-deposit box, he followed Macht to have

was cream bread made from tapioca flour; ice-cream dripped in the berry juice of a lilac tree; assorted seafood broth with coconut milk and palm

ingredients used here were rather high-end. The flavors were also in authentic Southern Continent styles, leaving Klein rather satisfied. If not for his need to maintain his image, he felt that eating a mouthful of seared roasted meat and having a mouthful of

today was that aperitif. If Member of Parliament Macht hadn’t mentioned it in passing, I would’ve thought that it was a lightly-flavored fruit juice… The pale gold liquid with two lemons soaked in it and a few pieces of ice makes it sweet but a little sour. There’s no alcoholic

Macht returned from the washroom. He smiled as he bent down and whispered into Dwayne Dantès’s ear, “Same

took out the small leather briefcase with 10,000

already waiting inside. When he caught sight of the

really are a

attitudes when handling

spoke, he extended his right hand and shook Dwayne

a merchant, if one isn’t decisive and

Dwayne Dantès and Macht. He

completed the confirmation check, closed the briefcase, and looked up at Dwayne

thoughts do you have towards

as though he was organizing his words. After a few seconds, he said, “I’m planning on

and Macht show signs of surprise, he added, “I have some matters that aren’t convenient to do while bringing plenty of firearms. And to make the transaction

enough importance on this matter. It’s a business worth