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

objects that were still unrecognizable surged wildly from

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 pressed down on the

to a body,

the mysterious bronze door stopped moving. It neither closed or

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

its resplendent glow flowed out and quickly outlined and

midair, directing all

building and landed

let out a shrill scream, but it was stopped

evaporated, producing wisps of black gases

single spot inside the

bronze door had already vanished. On the ground was

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

it was stained in ink. The surface of its body that stood at a height of around 1.2 to

with a ludicrous speed. Burrowing into the cellar, he opened a secret trapdoor he had

ten seconds, the miniaturized black version of Ulika

he gently clenched his right fist, producing about eight transparent illusory

fused the characteristics of humans, plants,

Gears started rotating as the

were rows of houses. They appeared like the

secret passage and disappear into the other

producing a tranquil beauty. In the middle, concentric circles rippled out as

type of spirit. Human legends often deemed

time, the strength of a Spirit Guide depended on the deceased or a natural spirit they found and controlled. It was the same with Spirit Warlocks. However, the inclination for Spirit Guides were the deceased,

uttered a monotonous sound of horror. Throwing away the arms and legs they were carrying, they

pain, which was a

robe, with her face made up with blue eyeshadow and blush, walked out of some

strange. If it doesn’t use a living human’s body as a ‘house,’ it

make every second count in order to obtain

Simone in surprise and said, “Aren’t you a Spirit Guide?

don’t you write poems?” Daly