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.

flailed up or retracted as the sphere crumbled, layer

middle of a sphere was a curled up girl. She had abnormally sweet looks, but her brows were tightly furrowed. Her expression

“tentacles” retracted and shrank, finally turning back

the side of a tiny bed she had partitioned out.

her black hair and came in front of the

black flame burst forth as it burned quietly in the air before

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

round face and thin eyes

dark room seemed to

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

is it the case where I’m only acquainted with a

had recognized him as Gehrman Sparrow. After all, he had previously met her in the image of

was focused on revenge, preventing her from being kept abreast 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 left the

to smile

waiting for Trissy’s answer, he said, “Any progress on your investigations into the captain of the

will need another month at the very

need help, you can seek me out,” Klein emphasized

scoffed and said, “In Backlund, in this game, strength

never wasted the opportunity to use

identity, can you give me a more convenient

feel like I’m being asked to give my cellphone number… Klein thought about it for a moment before informing her

speak further. Reaching out her right hand, she tapped on the mirror’s

flames burst before disappearing, restoring the

turning back into a

in 160 Böklund Street, Klein drew his curtains

be frank, he regretted

some will of the Primordial Demoness and was reckless

that she would create a terrifying disaster… I shouldn’t have spared her back then… Klein sighed and

thirty seconds later,

him more because such an outcome implied that Trissy had become a Blessed

had had breakfast, began instructing Butler Walter and the newly-appointed butler assistant, Richardson, to deliver the gifts he had brought from

coffee beans, East Balam tobacco, River Valley’s grape wine,

the different neighbors around the neighborhood as a sign of goodwill from Dwayne Dantès. It was also to announce his return to the

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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