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!

woman was carrying a paper bag with a few long

shoulder-length hair had grown longer, and

figure disappeared almost as quickly as he appeared, making it impossible for the

tracking her target, she held back

making a huge detour before entering an apartment building. He followed the cramped stairs to the third

possess some pretty good

door opened as Sherman’s eyes lit up. He saw a lady wearing a black dress in

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

bobbed up and down

turned his head and looked to the side as though

T-Trissy…” Sherman stammered a

appear to become brighter. Then, she asked with

when looking at you…” Sherman continued looking at the ground to his side

mixed before

the charm of beauty within their

today because I have a mission for you. Your original progress has been very

wore a look of horror as he subconsciously took a step

don’t think there’s a

silent, Sherman’s gradually

to instigate others into stealing,

indeed cursed me, beat me, ostracized me, and spread bad

Trissy smiled and said, “That’s not 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 just made a tiny suggestion, and you planned several assassination missions. I

stopped by the door which had closed at some

them surrounding me, covered in blood. They chase after

the long loaves of bread were scattered. The stack of newspapers

an Assassin. Think about it. Didn’t

“…Yes,” Sherman answered hesitantly.

Trissy then chuckled.

self-defense when being bullied; thus, killing

had a natural allure that made one wish to listen

this point of view, it does seem

your match when they were alive, so what’s there to be afraid of

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