Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 978

On a night with clear moonlight, in the garden of 160 Böklund Street.

A gray rat crawled out of its hole, running straight for the master bedroom’s bed.

As a tiny, black, glue-like blob object floated down, the rat held it over its head like an acrobatic act.

It quickly turned around, ran out of 160 Böklund Street, and headed for the sewer entrance.

At this moment, the gray rat raised its torso up and reached out with two of its paws.

They magically extended as blobs of flesh appeared on its forelimbs!

Then, using its mutated front paws, it moved the manhole cover away without causing a sound!

Without stopping at all, the gray rat headed straight down the sewers, going all the way to the spot where Demoness Trissy previously hid.

It kept digging in a corner until it excavated a mirror fragment from the soil.

Having done that, the gray rat threw the black, sticky object over its head to the side where it was relatively clean. It then retreated to a corner, allowing its body to stretch and turn into a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat and a triangular hat. He was none other than Admiral of Blood, who had previously been active at sea.

However, this Senor, along with his clothes and body, was just a thin layer, akin to a figurine cut from paper.

“This rat is quite fat…” Admiral of Blood stroked his chin, but his paper figurine-like body nearly flew up as a result of the cold draft in the sewers.

The person who spoke was none other than Klein. He was inside his master bedroom, turning a rat into his marionette by controlling its Spirit Body Threads. He then made it carry the ritual materials and head down the sewers to contact Demoness Trissy.

Senor, whose arms were flailing about due to the draft, bent down and picked up the sticky blob. This was the remains of Trissy’s lock of hair after she burned it with black flames. It could be used for a communication ritual.

Right on the heels of that, he wiped the mirror fragment clean and smeared the material onto it.

After this step, Klein made his marionette take two steps back from the “mirror.” With a smacking sound, Senor was plastered to the mossy wall like an oil painting

East Borough. In a room with thick curtains that left it almost dark.

Raven-black, slimy “tentacles” coiled together, forming a huge sphere.

And at the end of these “tentacles,” there were either eyes with clear blacks and whites embedded in them, or there were venomous snake heads attached there. The latter opened their mouths slightly as they shot out their tongues in a rather strange fashion. It was quite a harrowing scene.

up or retracted as

of a sphere was a curled up girl. She had abnormally sweet looks, but her brows were tightly furrowed. Her expression looked slightly warped due to the pain, a look that stirred up one’s sense

and shrank, finally turning back into their original form -strands

and walked to the side of a tiny bed she had partitioned out. Picking up the sleeping gown that had

and came in front of the full-body mirror. Reaching out her right hand, she swiped

the air before

slush. Thinly plastered to the wall was a middle-aged man with an old triangular hat and dark red coat. He

and thin eyes watched in silence

bloomed, the dark room

then lightly opened her mouth and said in jest, “Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, is this your craziness and

case where I’m

After all, he had previously met her in the image of Admiral of Blood Senor, and this pirate admiral

of the news at sea. It was rather unsurprising for her to be unaware of Admiral of Blood’s demise, but things were different after she finished recuperating and

to smile and simply reply, “Why can’t clowns be crazy

said, “Any progress on your investigations into the captain of the royal

said, “It will need another month at the very least

need help, you can seek

this game, strength

never wasted the opportunity to

hide your identity, can you give me a more

about it for a moment before informing her of the incantation to summoning Miss Messenger, as well as the important ritual ingredient

further. Reaching out her right hand, she tapped on the

disappearing, restoring the full-body mirror to

sewers, Senor buried the mirror fragment back into the soil and made his body shrink rapidly, turning back into a

160 Böklund Street, Klein drew his curtains and returned

frank, he regretted cooperating

that she was burdened by some will of the Primordial Demoness and was reckless for revenge. She was like a ticking bomb that

back then… Klein sighed and began setting up a ritual. He sent the black

to thirty seconds later, he was met with

worried him more because such an outcome implied that Trissy had become a Blessed of the Primordial Demoness to

newly-appointed butler assistant, Richardson, to deliver the gifts he had brought from the Southern

included Fermo coffee beans, East Balam

of goodwill from Dwayne Dantès.

of Parliament Macht or his wife that this bottle of River Valley grape wine is suitable for making cocktails. It’s best matched with lemon

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