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.

was the venue the Sanguine

Emlyn chuckled, keeping

Fool to have a gathering for the few members and also invite Mr. Hanged

from the framework that they had previously decided upon. They needed to consider every detail

twelve, St. George Borough,

a private room on the third story of a restaurant northwest

blood-like liquid. He was leisurely looking at the fountain nearby and the

silver and his bright red eyes combined together to give him a sense of coquettish handsomeness. There was

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

square where Emlyn

demigod, much

goal is to identify and make confirmations.

the light hair and bright red eyes raised his right hand slightly, rotating the ring on his left

of silver, and embedded in it was a strange gem

towards Saint Hierländ Square, Ernes Boyar had his right hand over his left. He naturally

carriage slowly drive over from afar. A paperboy slightly taller than 160 centimeters had a sling bag across his chest as he peddled his

or grayish-blue uniforms with hats had far exceeded the number of people

his gaze as he chuckled. He had no fear about what would

it.

believed that he had made

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

watch was, there was a Moon Paper Figurine. These could suffer a single lethal blow or an attack that

wore Alcohol Nemesis, a diamond brooch. It kept him brimming with energy with lucidity in his thoughts. It raised his resistance

named Moonlight Sash. It could effectively reduce

by Earl Mistral. It made sure that Ernes was a “target” that could hardly be quickly finished

Sanguine Viscount’s natural resistance against Nightmare-type influences, Ernes was nearly without weakness. Even against a demigod, he could put up a fight as long as the latter didn’t reveal their Mythical

items are quite

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

nearly zero side effects apart from making the body slightly

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

was worn, it made all senses much sharper, making it easy for one to see and hear things

checked on his condition once again, casting his gaze of

Saint Hierländ Square, Emlyn White, who was taking in the sights of the buskers on the streets, suddenly looked up at a bird that

that, he raised his hand to press down on his top hat. Bowing his