Lord of the Mysteries

When Ernes left on a carriage, the few bounty hunters hiding in the vicinity immediately appeared. Without being stingy about the costs involved, they immediately stopped any rental carriages that passed by. Some memorized the target carriage’s traits and attempted to take shortcuts through the cramped, isolated paths to catch up to it. Others rode on the bikes they had prepared ahead of time, swerving through the crowds and carriages with their bells ringing. It was very easy for them to keep pace.

Among them, only Xio was completely composed. She remained in her spot, watching Ernes and her peers leave.

This transportation tool known as a bicycle is more useful than I imagined. It’s no wonder so many bounty hunters have saved up to buy one. This can save expenses from taking carriages and save time walking… If one often has such tracking missions, then the money saved is enough to buy a brand new bike… The only problem is that this mode of transportation tool has very few models available. All of them have high seats… Xio was enticed.

At this moment, a tracked carriage drove over from the crossroads and stopped in front of her.

Xio happened to be at a station.

Glancing at the double-decker that stopped on the iron tracks, Xio took out a few pennies, walked over, and sat down by the window.

Such public carriages could seat nearly fifty people with its double decks. It wasn’t too crowded, allowing Xio to easily observe the scenery outside.

However, she didn’t admire the scenery. Her mind was quickly outlining the exact appearance of her target: brown hair, red eyes, pronounced features, a nose bridge that was so high that it looked deformed, and an oil painting catalog in hand.

With her supernatural senses as a Sheriff, as well as the distance between them not being too great, Xio could vaguely grasp her target’s current location and predetermined destination.

Therefore, she remained very calm and even took off her cap while using the glass windows to tidy up her coarse and stubborn blonde hair.

After several stations, Xio suddenly got up when the public carriage came to a stop as she alighted.

This was the Backlund Bridge area. She had sensed that the target had already changed direction and was preparing to head towards the bridge.

Xio immediately went on foot, planning to enter another street at the bend up ahead to board the public carriage that headed for the south bank of the Tussock River.

She had good luck, with a public carriage driving over just as she arrived at the stop.

Xio silently exhaled and took out another batch of pennies she had prepared, her urge to buy a bike strengthened.

This tracked carriage was very crowded, but with her domineering aura as an Arbiter, she was able to easily pass through the crowd, head up to the upper deck, and find a seat.

The carriage moved slowly as Xio casually looked out the window when her gaze suddenly froze.

She saw Sherman who she hadn’t been able to find anywhere!

carrying a paper bag with a

had grown longer, and his gray-patterned trousers seemed

he appeared, making it impossible for the average person to notice, Xio, who was a

and that she was still tracking her target, she held back her urge to jump off the carriage to chase after him to ask

papers as he passed through alleys and streets, making a huge detour before entering an apartment building. He

some

door opened as Sherman’s eyes lit up. He saw a lady

supple face and an impeccable figure. Even while standing at the window and blocking out the sunlight, making

in surprise but couldn’t help

and down as he

next second, he turned his head and looked to the side as though he didn’t dare

T-Trissy…” Sherman stammered

she allowed the poorly-lit room to appear to become brighter. Then, she asked with

I-1 like men. W-why do I still have odd thoughts when looking at you…” Sherman continued looking at the ground to his side as

immediately turned mixed before

appreciate the charm of

for a moment before saying, “I came here today because I have a mission for you. Your original

horror as he subconsciously took a

a

Sherman’s gradually

wish to instigate others into stealing, robbing, and murdering. That’s too evil,

seemed to be a little overboard. Although they had indeed cursed me, beat me, ostracized me, and spread bad

what you said back then. You hated them and had wicked feelings for them. Once you obtained Beyonder powers, you were so eager to seek revenge on them. I

which had closed at some point in time. He then covered

them surrounding me, covered in blood. They

bag fell to the ground as the long loaves of bread were scattered. The stack of newspapers

Sherman. “This is a necessary psychological change for an Assassin. Think about it. Didn’t you wish

“…Yes,” Sherman answered hesitantly.

Trissy then chuckled.

treat it as self-defense when being

had a natural allure that made one wish to listen and believe. Sherman rapidly

this point of view, it does

as she teasingly added, “Besides, they weren’t your match when they were alive, so what’s there to

nothing. You just need to seriously complete the ritual and consume one