Lord of the Mysteries

Lower Lip District. 13 Canine Street.

The plump Ulika was sitting on a sofa with his tiny dark brown eyes and skin. Wrapping a dried yellowed tobacco leaf and ten different kinds of Southern Continent herbs and spices together, he cut it into long strips.

Then, he held his self-made East Balam smoke pipe in his hand and brought it close to the matchstick his subordinate had lit. The end blackened and curled as it glowed red.

Biting at its end and taking a deep suck, Ulika slowly exhaled white smoke that was tainted with light blue hues. He looked at the visitor on the single-seater opposite him and said, “This is what a cigarette is. A real cigarette.

“The ones in the Northern Continent are only suitable for children!”

The person sitting on the single-seater was a man in his forties. He had a high nose, blue eyes, and gentle facial contours. His black hair was thick and curly. His skin color wasn’t too dark, but neither was it fair. He resembled a mixed-blood between someone from Loen and Balam.

He chuckled upon hearing that as he replied in Dutanese, “Unfortunately, I have zero interest in any kind of cigarettes.”

“Enzo, you don’t know how to enjoy life at all…” Before Ulika could finish his sentence, his powerful spirituality that was a result of his pathway had warned him of some danger.

The way it suddenly came and appeared in such a pressing manner made Ulika instantly determine that the problem wasn’t trivial.

He had yet to leap away from where he was sitting when all he saw was darkness. It was as though he could directly see the night sky outside. A strong sense of sleepiness overwhelmed him as he felt a level of serenity from the bottom of his heart.

Along Canine Street, be it the houses with lit lamps or extinguished lamps, it became abnormally silent at that very moment. It was as though no living being lived in them, or that everyone had fallen asleep at the same moment.

At this moment, the snoring and slumped Ulika suddenly leaped up. His eyes wore the strange combination of a reverie and lucidity.

Behind him, a nearly illusory girl with pale skin was stuck to his back at some point in time!

This girl’s eyes were bluish-green, and her lips were jet black. Her eyes were silently looking to the side, and her ghastly pale and translucent limbs had drilled into Ulika’s body as though she was a spirit that couldn’t be shaken off.

Her existence brought a chill to his Soul Body, making Ulika barely resist his abnormal sleepiness as he broke free from the influence of a Nightmare.

Before Ulika could completely regain his lucidity, he instinctively rushed to the staircase. Extending his palms, he exerted strength towards the front as though he was pushing a door that didn’t exist.

In a blink of an eye, a difficult-to-describe bronze door covered in mysterious patterns appeared in front of Ulika. It wobbled and creaked before cracking open a gap.

In it were indescribable eyes that watched

squirming and strange objects that were still unrecognizable surged

him to descend upon Canine Street when he suddenly saw a pair of pale, translucent palms appear out of thin air. They passed through the deep darkness and

to a body, and the wrist

mysterious bronze door stopped moving. It neither closed or opened

already a Spirit Warlock, was floating in midair thanks to an invisible force. His hands carried a sundial made of gold

finally raised above Soest’s head, its resplendent

sun seemed to appear in midair, directing all the

through the building and landed

out a shrill scream, but

producing wisps of black gases that

single spot inside

vanished. On the

the corpse tore apart as a thin, tiny figure leaped out

figure had identical looks to Ulika, but its skin was raven-black as though it was stained in ink. The surface of its body that stood at a height of around 1.2

he opened a secret trapdoor he had prepared in advance as he dashed forward as fast as he

the miniaturized black version of Ulika saw the

his guard as he gently clenched his right

were an abomination that fused the characteristics of humans, plants, and certain animals. Some held Ulika’s arm, others lifted his

started rotating as the exit door flung open, leading to a silent and dark street

and on the two sides of the streets were rows of houses. They appeared

of spirits to fly out of the secret passage and disappear into the other districts of Kolain City when his eyes reflected

producing a tranquil beauty. In the middle, concentric circles rippled out as beautiful and illusory figures floated

was a powerful type of spirit. Human legends often deemed it

the same with Spirit Warlocks. However, the inclination for Spirit Guides were the deceased, while for Spirit Warlocks, they were better at

moment, the strange transparent figures around Ulika uttered a monotonous sound of horror. Throwing away the arms and legs they were carrying, they drilled into

any pain, which was a result of intense sleepiness assaulting him. It made

face made up with blue eyeshadow and blush, walked out of some unknown location.

strange. If it doesn’t use a

second count in

the shadows beside her, Leonard Mitchell walked out. He looked at Daly Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t you a Spirit Guide? How do you control a Goddess of

you a poet? Why don’t you write poems?”