Lord of the Mysteries

After some placating, Aaron Ceres and Wilma Gladys finally managed to calm down the baby.

Phew… The thin and tall Aaron heaved a sigh of relief and got up. Nudging his gold-rimmed glasses, he nodded at his guest with an apologetic look. After organizing his words for a few seconds, he said, “Sorry about that. Children are often like this.”

“Indeed.” Klein smiled in reply, indicating that he didn’t mind it one bit.

Following that, he changed the topic of conversation and continued sharing his experiences in East and West Balam.

During this process, he made use of his Beyonder powers once more, making everyone in the activity room fall under the effects of an illusion. Then, he picked up the ice-cream which he hadn’t finished, changed the spoon and got up with a smile. Walking to the pram, he asked gently, “Will, do you want some?”

Without waiting for the chubby fellow wrapped in silver silk to reply, he said with a gentle tone, “You’re born now and should be able to fold a paper crane. This way, I don’t have to visit often. You should know how suspicious it is.”

Will Auceptin Ceres glared at him without giving him a reply.

Klein didn’t flinch as he took out a piece of high-quality paper and placed it in the pram.

Then, he bent down, scooping out some ice-cream.

“A price is always exacted for what fate bestows, isn’t it?” Klein chuckled as he swished the spoon in his hand.

In the pram, Will raised his left hand, wiping the tears that hadn’t dried from his face, and mumbled, “For Beyonders of the Fate pathway, the exacted price needs to be paid first before awaiting bestowment.”

With that said, the chubby baby grabbed the piece of paper and folded a paper crane with great difficulty.

Klein stood in front of the pram and maintained the stability of the spoon, watching this scene with a smile.

A carriage set off from Pinster Street and headed for Saint Samuel Cathedral.

While passing by 160 Böklund Street, Leonard Mitchell looked out the window and seemingly muttered to himself, “Dwayne Dantès is back as well.”

The slightly-aged voice rang out in his mind:

“Fate will ultimately intertwine.”

“Old Man, you’re becoming more of a charlatan after you woke up.” Leonard couldn’t help but mock.

chuckled without

coming to Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard entered the study of Backlund’s archbishop, Saint Anthony,

eyes were deep and his face clean-shaven. Standing by a cupboard, the shadow created seemed like an unknown existence

Although Leonard had already anticipated

However, you haven’t finished digesting the Soul

as per protocol,

his desk and said, “These are cases with suspected paranormal activity. You are to investigate each case,

done similar tasks even if Saint Anthony hadn’t instructed him to do so. Therefore, he had zero objections toward

team busy with at present?” He had been focused on revenge over the past half-year, making himself appear desultory and insular. This prevented him from building strong friendships with the Red Gloves teammates, but despite that, they were teammates who he had fought alongside with. He couldn’t help but be

finish a

Backlund… Leonard didn’t ask further as he gestured four points across

the Goddess bless

Lady.” Anthony did

the archbishop’s study, Leonard headed down to the basement. He wanted to find a quiet room and list down his upcoming mission and

down the stairs, he subconsciously looked at the stained windows above

the stained windows look even more solemn. It also accentuated the tiny

this scene, Leonard suddenly recalled Old Man’s description of

thought came to him. He quickly

Pallez Zoroast asked

smaller and more concealed. You can easily hide

will recovery not be

he pressed, “What about other creatures? Those that live relatively longer lives and can enter a cathedral

looks of it, you haven’t kept what I’ve said

is, the greater the inclinations towards losing control is, and the more madness accumulates. This is a trait of the characteristics, and it can only be resisted and suppressed. There’s no

one to consider these aspects. If one were to parasitize ordinary animals, it’s still alright for short periods of time, but once it goes on for too long, one will suffer the effects of the body’s construct and hormones. Heh heh, everything is reciprocal, isn’t it? A Parasite can influence the target, but so can the

high, and if one doesn’t do that, the host will definitely influence the Parasite, causing them to lose the ability to speak. It will muddle one’s own existence until one doesn’t know he is. It would then result in madness and with the loss of control

alarmed as

are so strict on

and by nurturing them one Sequence at a time, they can be made as replenishments for one’s Beyonder powers. It would be the

frowned slightly as he secretly heaved a

Parasite, allowing them to quickly recover. “The next choice would then be smart Beyonders of other pathways. At the very least, communication would be good

“As for you, hehe…”

suddenly saw a bishop walking down from above. He