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!

was carrying a paper bag with a few long loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers as

shoulder-length hair had grown longer, and his gray-patterned trousers seemed

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

that Sherman was fine and that she was still tracking her target, she held back her urge to jump off the carriage

and a stack of papers as he passed through alleys and streets, making a huge detour before entering an

to possess some pretty good anti-tracking

up. He

out the sunlight, making herself become cloaked in the shadows, she seemed to be

are you here?” Sherman stared at her in surprise but

and down

head and looked to the side as though he

T-Trissy…” Sherman stammered

to appear to become brighter. Then, she asked with a teasing tone, “Why don’t you dare to look at

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

immediately turned mixed before smiling as

appreciate the charm

mission for you. Your original progress has

horror as he subconsciously took a

don’t think there’s a

Sherman’s gradually eloquently stringed his

really don’t wish to instigate others into stealing, robbing, and murdering.

overboard. Although they had indeed cursed me, beat me, ostracized me, and spread bad rumors about me, using all kinds of means to harm

so eager to seek revenge on them. I just made a tiny suggestion, and you planned several assassination missions. I always remember how you looked-stained with blood, trembling

retreat as he heard that until he was stopped by the door which had closed at

them surrounding me, covered in blood.

of bread were scattered. The stack of

is very normal.” Trissy cut off Sherman. “This is a necessary psychological change for an Assassin. Think about it. Didn’t you wish to kill

“…Yes,” Sherman answered hesitantly.

Trissy then chuckled.

when

speech had a natural allure that made one wish to listen and

this point of view, it does

Trissy’s dimples appeared as she teasingly added, “Besides, they weren’t your match when they were alive,

it’s nothing. You just need to seriously complete the ritual and consume one more potion, and then you’ll be able