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.

back down, raising her

slightly. She had a nagging feeling

removed the necklace she wore

seven green gems were equidistant from each other. Embedded around them

one of the gems lit up slowly, emitting a green glow, giving her

before surfaces in the girl’s mind as her

it a short hallucination from having her mind go adrift. Instead, she

Cryptologist!

widened as she muttered a

and looked

the more terrified she became. She had no idea what she would encounter next, nor

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

what little pride she

silent. The brisk melody from downstairs instantly

finally composed herself, believing that

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

in her mind, Hazel suddenly came

from before was here

illusion, the person had confirmed her teacher’s current

know where Teacher is hiding… No, all my neighbors know that I was bitten by a rabid rat…

motives of the other

head to the manor and inform her teacher, but she was afraid of encountering danger and end

to communicate. Her warnings might

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. I plan on

the

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

finally decided to warn

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

found it despicable of

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 in the

garden. He had already noticed Hazel’s actions thanks to his

has quite a kind heart… Klein nodded indiscernibly and praised

manor in Backlund’s northwestern suburbs would take three to five hours on carriage.

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

who had an item of a higher level, could

than her… Klein retracted his gaze and began considering who