Lord of the Mysteries

When the Wraith in front of him was gone, Emlyn White retracted his gaze, untied the thread on the dossier, and pulled out the documents inside.

As he read through them, Emlyn had a rough idea of Ernes Boyar’s routine.

This Sanguine Viscount had a routine which was rather random-staying at home, out visiting exhibitions, partaking in wine tasting at manors in the city outskirts, shopping at department stores with female companions, or sketching female models. He was like the typical wealthy man.

However, Ernes had recently been visiting St. George Borough every other day to monitor the renovations of the furniture factory he had invested in. It was a bid to ensure that it could quickly resume work.

This way, the Sanguine Viscount’s lifestyle became repetitive. The places he visited, the paths he took, and the places he had lunch were repeated every other day.

Emlyn pressed down on his temples, seriously filtering out three venues which were suitable for the operation.

The first was inside or at the entrance of the furniture factory owned by Ernes Boyar. The second was Saint Hierländ Square where he stopped along the way home for a meal and to feed birds. The third place was Backlund Bridge. Unless Ernes was willing to take a huge detour, he had to pass by this area when traveling between his home and St. George Borough.

These three spots meet the requirement of having plenty of people, making it chaotic. However, Backlund Bridge has too few entrances and exits. With the two ends locked down, one can only leave by jumping into the river, an act only chosen by idiots… Saint Hierländ Square comes under Saint Hierländ Cathedral, core to the Church of Steam in Backlund, and even the entirety of Loen. It’s akin to the second Holy See. It meets Mr. Hanged Man’s suggestion. It can effectively prevent conflicts from escalating, and it can interfere with any subsequent divination and investigations… Emlyn gradually had an inclination.

And once a living being had an inclination, they would unknowingly seek more reasons to affirm their choice, and Emlyn was no exception, without a doubt. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that Saint Hierländ Square met almost all the requirements.

First, Ernes wouldn’t stay in the area for too long. He would have lunch at a restaurant with Sivellaus cuisine since he was born in Sivellaus County.

Secondly, there were several tracked carriage stops in the vicinity, making the area filled with traffic on foot. With most of them being people from the lower or middle class, accidents often happened.

Thirdly, with it as the origin, one would enter the area south of the Bridge if one didn’t head to the Backlund Bridge. It would then be closeby to the Harvest Church.

Finally, at noon, the Saint Hierländ Cathedral would spew steam, turn its levers, and chime a clock. It was inevitable for everyone’s attention to be attracted.

It’s confirmed… Emlyn quickly made up his mind. Raising his right hand and adjusting his bow tie, his red eyes were filled with anticipation.

At this moment, he suddenly frowned, sensing that something wasn’t right.

Saint Hierländ Square was just perfect for the job!

It was so suitable that almost all the conditions were met!

Will Ernes be wary against my revenge? Why would he allow himself to stay in such an environment for such long periods of time? Even if he’s stupid enough to not realize it, wouldn’t the earls warn him? The corners of Emlyn’s mouth curled up slightly as he understood the reason.

Square was the venue the Sanguine upper echelons had designated

keeping his

decided to request Mr. Fool to have a gathering for the few members

previously decided upon. They needed to consider every detail and consider

to twelve, St. George Borough, Saint

third story of a restaurant

holding a cup filled with scarlet blood-like liquid. He was leisurely looking at the fountain nearby and the crowds

a lanky person, wearing a formal suit meant for banquets. His light-colored hair that was nearly silver and his bright red eyes combined together

from his recent hunt of the Primordial Moon believers.” A middle-aged man in a dark

where Emlyn White stood. He was listening

a demigod, much less a kid who hasn’t

to identify and make confirmations.

with the light hair and bright red eyes raised his right hand slightly, rotating the

embedded in

right hand over his left. He naturally rotated the ring on his ring

the window and saw a trackless carriage slowly drive over from afar. A paperboy slightly taller than 160 centimeters had a sling bag across his chest as he peddled his papers along the street. Quite a number of bicycles had replaced the carriages that were often seen last year. They darted through the crowds in St. George

blue or grayish-blue uniforms with hats had far exceeded the

fear about what would happen next. He even

it.

that he had made

left hand. It allowed him to share what he saw, heard, and smelled with Earl Mistral from a distance away. It made sure that nothing would go wrong while ensuring that their objective

there was a Moon Paper Figurine. These could suffer a single lethal blow or an attack that targeted his Soul

It kept him brimming with energy with lucidity in his thoughts. It raised his resistance against spells

Moonlight Sash.

It made sure that Ernes was a “target”

weakness. Even against a demigod, he could put up a fight

only problem is that the negative effects of all these mystical items are quite excessive… Ernes’s facial muscles twitched, but he

appear in Earl Mistral’s mind from time to time. And if he kept wearing it for a week without removing it, the pair who had

an expendable item. It had nearly zero side effects apart from making the body

deal continuous damage to one’s liver and brain. If it was worn for excessively long periods of time, it might result in one losing

it made all senses much sharper, making it easy for one to see and hear things one shouldn’t see or hear. At the same time, the wearer would feel itchy

drag on… Ernes Boyar checked on his condition once again, casting his gaze of anticipation at the Saint Hierländ

the sights of the buskers on the streets, suddenly looked up at a bird that flew

his head slightly, he briskly walked to the middle