Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 981 Hazel’s Decision

After hearing Macht’s reply, and combining what he knew, Klein guessed that the rat in the manor was likely the Marauder demigod which had been by Hazel’s side. As for why it went rabid and bit Hazel, he was unsure.

He nodded slightly and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion.

“May the Goddess bless her.”

After saying that, he walked past the host, entered the hall, and waited for the ball tonight to begin.

In a particular bedroom on the third story, Hazel was sitting on a reclining chair feeling dispirited, her feet curled up.

Her left hand was wrapped in thick bandages, but there weren’t any more signs of blood. Her expression was heavy, nothing like her usual arrogance.

In the manor, her teacher, that was in the form of a rat, had suddenly bitten her. This resulted in her being stuck in a similar state, her entire being turbid and muddled. It was as though it wasn’t her hand that was bitten but her heart.

To Hazel, although her arrogance stemmed from her upbringing, with her ability to absorb new information exceeding that of the average person’s, her outstanding looks, her family’s standing in high society, and her maturity compared to her peers, those feelings were still within normal boundaries before she gained extraordinary powers. None of the aforementioned traits made her feel that she was different from others or that she was fundamentally superior to ordinary people.

Therefore, with her teacher, who maintained her sense of arrogance while being a representation of her fortuitous encounter and the source of her strength, suddenly becoming a real rat—to the point of not being able to speak clearly and even bite her without any reason-it left a deep impact on her. She began to question if supernatural powers represented being extraordinary or a monster.

Amidst her thoughts, Hazel subconsciously pulled her black-green hair to the back of her ear and felt frustrated with the melody that came from downstairs.

At this moment, she heard the creaking sound of the door as she turned her head in hesitation.

Walking in was a gray rat with slick fur. Its eyes were deeper than its kind, closer to dark red.

“Hazel,” the rat said in a deep voice.

Hazel was first taken aback before she reeled in delight. She hurriedly stood up and blurted, “Teacher, y-you’ve recovered?”

Just as she said that, she saw gray rats crawling out from the corner of her bedroom, balcony, and bed. All of them had dark red eyes but could only produce squeaking sounds.

Hazel took a step back in shock, overturning the reclining chair. Her body staggered, almost to the point of collapsing. It took her a great deal of effort to recover her balance.

At this moment, she discovered that the red-eyed rats had vanished. The door had been shut tightly, having never opened.

Everything that had happened was a hallucination or a nightmare that stemmed from the worries inside her!

After a moment of silence, Hazel pursed her lips and sighed.

raising her hand

She had a

eyes darted about slightly as Hazel removed the necklace she wore around her

gems were equidistant from

a green glow, giving her face a sheen and filling her

girl’s mind as her blurry dream-like state gradually

nor was it a short hallucination from having her

Cryptologist!

brown eyes widened as she muttered a word filled

looked around anxiously

she looked, the more terrified she became. She had no idea what she would encounter next, nor did she understand what the person who created

was certain of was that the other party’s level and strength in the supernatural

what little pride

entire bedroom remained silent. The brisk melody from downstairs instantly connected oneself to the

composed herself, believing

have the mood or energy to consider the motives of the person who secretly cast

surfaced in her mind,

from before was here

the person had confirmed

or an enemy? He’s definitely headed off to look for Teacher. What do I do? He likely doesn’t know where Teacher is hiding… No, all my

the other party, nor did

and inform her teacher, but she was afraid of

to communicate. Her warnings might not necessarily

her bedroom. Finally, she made up her mind. Pursing her lips tightly, she walked to the door and said to her lady’s maid outside, “I’m a little tired.

lady,” the maid immediately

began changing into clothes that allowed for greater movement. Her expression was extremely heavy as her teeth bit down on

warn her teacher

a seemingly arrogant person but, in actuality, was a coward, one who would abandon all principles

found it despicable of

focusing their attention on the ball’s attendees, Hazel took the opportunity to enter the garden using a water pipe from the balcony. When leaving 39 Böklund Street, Klein was holding onto a cup of sweet and iced fizzy wine, discussing business

head slightly, glancing at the garden. He had already noticed Hazel’s actions thanks

a kind heart… Klein nodded indiscernibly and

Backlund’s northwestern suburbs would take three to five hours on carriage. And before she arrived, he would’ve

manor was in the northwestern suburbs, it was on the other side of the Tussock River. Hence, to head there, one needed to take a detour to an area with a bridge. It was fine in the day, as one could use the steam metro to head to the south side of the Bridge beneath the river. At

Tinder before and had read 2-105 Blood Vessel Thief’s information, he had some idea about the powers of the Marauder pathway. Therefore, he suspected that Hazel, who had an item of a higher level, could “steal” the flight abilities of

be faster than her… Klein retracted his gaze and began