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!

as a woman was carrying a paper bag with a few long loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers as he entered a narrow

had grown longer, and his

the average person to notice,

here? Seeing that Sherman was fine and that she was still tracking her

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

to possess some pretty good

He saw a lady wearing a black

impeccable figure. Even while standing at the window and blocking out the sunlight, making herself become cloaked in the shadows, she seemed to be gilded,

in surprise but couldn’t help but

bobbed up and down

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

Sherman stammered a

appear to become brighter. Then,

looking at you…” Sherman

immediately turned mixed before smiling as though

the charm of

because I have a mission for you. Your original progress has been very fast, leaving me very satisfied. But it seems like

horror as he subconsciously took a

a need to do such

Sherman’s gradually eloquently stringed his

don’t wish to instigate others into stealing, robbing, and murdering. That’s too

very beginning, those people you got me to assassinate seemed to be a little overboard. Although they had indeed cursed me, beat me, ostracized me, and spread bad rumors about me, using all kinds of means to harm me in exchange for joy, their

obtained Beyonder powers, you were so eager to seek revenge on them. I just made a tiny suggestion, and you planned several assassination

couldn’t help but retreat as he heard that until he was stopped by the door which had closed

of them surrounding me, covered in blood. They chase after

as the long loaves of bread were scattered. The stack of newspapers happened to drop just

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

“…Yes,” Sherman answered hesitantly.

Trissy then chuckled.

it as self-defense when being bullied; thus,

that made one wish to listen and believe. Sherman rapidly

point of view, it does

they weren’t your match when they were alive, so what’s

seriously complete the ritual and consume one more potion, and