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,

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

turning back into their original form -strands of raven-black

hair soothed as she slowly got up and walked to the side of a tiny bed she had partitioned out. Picking up the sleeping gown

she curled her black hair and came in front of the full-body mirror. Reaching out her right

forth as it burned quietly in the air before being extinguished. It left behind a mirror that had turned dark

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

the round face and thin eyes watched in silence before

dark

and said in jest, “Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, is this your

where I’m only acquainted

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

Admiral of Blood’s demise, but things were different after she finished recuperating and left the area. She would’ve been

as he controlled the paper figurine-like Senor to smile and simply

answer, he said, “Any progress on your investigations into

slightly gloomy as she said, “It will need another month at the very least for any results. It might even take

help, you can seek me out,”

said, “In Backlund, in this game, strength isn’t able

course, I’ve never wasted

no need to hide your identity,

cellphone number… Klein thought about it for a moment before informing her of

her right hand,

before disappearing,

soil and made his body shrink rapidly, turning back into a gray rat. It then ran deep into the sewers, allowing

in 160 Böklund Street, Klein drew his curtains and returned to the reclining

frank, he regretted cooperating

was reckless for revenge. She was like

a terrifying disaster… I shouldn’t have spared her back then… Klein sighed and began setting up a ritual. He sent the black blob above the gray fog and attempted

to thirty seconds later, he was met with

him more because such an outcome implied that Trissy

Walter and the newly-appointed butler assistant, Richardson, to deliver the gifts he

bag, of which included Fermo coffee beans, East Balam tobacco, River Valley’s grape

a sign of goodwill from Dwayne Dantès. It

to Member of Parliament Macht or his wife that this bottle of River Valley grape wine is suitable

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