Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 941 Development That Adheres to Logic

The moment he saw the middle-aged man dressed in a priest’s getup, Anderson zoned out for a second. Following that, some shackles in his mind suddenly collapsed as countless memory fragments surged through an invisible barrier. It felt like long-suppressed feelings suddenly erupted.

He remembered the things that had happened over the past two months. He remembered the mission that the demigod had given him!

Back in Bayam, he followed the thoughts in his mind to meet up with the demigod. He followed him and left the Rorsted Archipelago for a secret location.

There, he met the priest beside him. It was arranged for him to enter an ancient coffin, to lay there among Beyonder ingredients and a liquid filled with strange mixed blood, allowing them to seep into him.

After a month of this corrosive treatment, a dark red chrysalis formed inside his body. He then had his memories from this period of time sealed before being sent to West Balam. He was then psychologically cued to not leave until he recovered his memories.

This meant that he hadn’t finished the demigod’s mission and that it was still underway. Everything that had happened before were just preparations!

Scenes flashed through his mind as Anderson discovered that while he was playing the harmonica on the streets, checking into the hotel with Danitz, obtaining of Language Comprehension charms from the Church of Knowledge’s preachers, as well as his arrival in Northern State—all of these incidents had this genial and seemingly innocent priest present beside him the entire time.

When having meals, he was sitting at a neighboring table. When he checked in, the neighboring room was his. When walking on the streets, he was walking right beside him. When playing the harmonica and putting on the ventriloquist act, this man was looking at him in a genial manner!

And Anderson hadn’t noticed any of this back then. Danitz, who was beside him, the people around him

-none of them had noticed him. It was as though they had never seen this priest before!

A chill that arose from deep in his heart ran from his tail bone up his spine to his brain. He felt that the experiences he had been through were enough to drive him insane, to the point of losing control.

Danitz, who had already opened up a distance from Anderson, looked at the black-robed clergyman, Ince Zangwill, and then he looked at the simple priest who was praying with his eyes closed. He hurriedly bowed his head and used ancient Hermes to softly chant, “The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck…”

A few days earlier, he had received Mr. Fool’s revelation to handle some matters as a guise to stay around Anderson. It was so that he could immediately pray if any abnormalities were to happen.

Although he didn’t know what would happen, or who he had encountered, Danitz, who always cherished his life, didn’t hold back and did as he was toldeven if the abnormalities that happened might very well be him being overly imaginative!

For this, he had specially worn the boxing glove made from Groselle’s Beyonder characteristic. It ensured that he would act first without thinking so as to not waste any time!

At this point, Ince Zangwill had stopped walking. His dark blue, nearly black eye and the eye filled with blood vessels reflected the priest in simple white robes who had a cross hanging by his chest.

In his mind, in his mouth, a furious voice sounded:

“Adam!”

Adam! Before Ince Zangwill could finish his sentence, the priest opposite him opened

columns were erected around them,

was embedded with the bones of different races. They were densely packed as they used different eye sockets to stare at Ince Zangwill. They surrounded a cross that was

figure stood there as

a cathedral of corpses, but instead of appearing eerie,

though countless souls

had vanished. They were

already flown up as it wrote rapidly on

notice of him, and due to various unknown reasons, Ouroboros’s appearance

exclamation mark, light beams shone in from the colored-windows of the corpse cathedral,

a figure with long silver hair materialized in a genuflecting, praying stance. Following that, the figure stood

and had handsome looks and soft facial features. He was none other than King of Angels,

unfocused, but it

eyes, at “His” feet, and on the stacked feathers of light behind “Him,” a supernatural, mysterious circle was accentuated, forming an illusory river like a snake that had

corpse cathedral once again reverted to the point when the pitch-black stone columns erected with the surrounding square were

didn’t hesitate as he made the surrounding colors saturate and

Nightwatcher was about to step into the spirit world, he suddenly saw a cross spanning more than

the middle of the unformed corpse cathedral as the blurry

Ouroboros and

bones of different races and the countless warped souls took form

pleas, Klein was inside his hotel and thinking

stood up, went straight to the window and looked

and even felt idyllic. Here, what seemed most unharmonious was Anderson genuflecting with a stiff expression while a trembling Danitz was closing his eyes praying. Without a second thought, Klein followed the plan he had formulated above the gray fog. He controlled Winner Enzo who was a hundred meters away to enter the telegraph office. He had instructed Danitz to live beside

the same time, he took out

out of the void with the four blonde,

hasn’t left your detection range.” Klein took out a letter he had already prepared and a gold coin

a marionette. He only followed the instructions he had prepared in advance. If he couldn’t help think of something else, he would immediately use Cogitation to divert his

was the method he figured out from Will Auceptin on how to deal with 0-08. By doing the thinking above the gray fog, all he did was

observe Anderson who was

and making the connection to the content in Emperor Roselle’s diary, Klein immediately realized something. He was

Hermit Order, the son of the Creator, Angel of

was a high chance for Ince Zangwill to

his plan above the gray fog, pretending as though he had never noticed anything. He continued his state as

of Reinette Tinekerr’s heads bit onto the letter as

indiscernibly without a word, watching Miss Messenger return to the spirit

Enzo handed over the telegram, address, and verl gold he had already prepared for the staff, urging them to send