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!

who thought himself 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

shoulder-length hair had grown longer, and

for the average

here? Seeing that Sherman was fine and that she was still tracking her target, she held back her urge to jump off the carriage to chase after him to

through alleys and streets, making a huge detour before entering an apartment building. He followed the cramped stairs to the third story,

some pretty good anti-tracking

He saw a lady wearing a

a sweet, supple face and an impeccable figure. Even while standing at the window and blocking out the sunlight, making herself become cloaked in the shadows, she seemed to

are you here?” Sherman stared at her in surprise but couldn’t help but

unobvious Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he

next second, he turned his head and looked to the side as though he

T-Trissy…” Sherman stammered

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

men. W-why do I still have odd thoughts when looking at you…” Sherman continued looking at

turned mixed before smiling

also appreciate the charm of beauty within

you. Your original progress has been very fast, leaving me very satisfied. But it seems like it

wore a look of horror as

a need to

silent, Sherman’s gradually

stealing, robbing, and murdering. That’s too evil,

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,

them. Once you obtained Beyonder powers, you were so eager to seek revenge on them. I just

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

them surrounding me, covered in blood. They

bag fell to the ground as the long loaves of bread

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 them when they were bullying

“…Yes,” Sherman answered hesitantly.

Trissy then chuckled.

self-defense when

allure that made one wish to listen and believe. Sherman

of view, it

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

just need to seriously complete the ritual and consume