Lord of the Mysteries

Saint Hierländ Square, in the northwestern corner, at the third story of a restaurant.

When the wolf specter with the rose appeared in front of Ernes Boyar, the silver-haired, scarlet-eyed Mistral retracted his gaze from Ernes Boyar. Darkness suffused from behind him as countless tiny bats flew within.

Bribe… Just as this Sanguine Earl silently muttered this single word, he “saw” the toppled carriage, “heard” the neighing of the horse, and “smelled” all kinds of smells. However, he wasn’t able to instantly find the origin of the disturbance and accident.

At this moment, his “vision” darkened as his “eyes” seemed to lose the ability to take in light. The din in his “ears” also halted!

Earl Mistral chortled inwardly as he immediately fused with the bats behind him, re-materializing beside Ernes Boyar.

Suddenly, in his black “vision,” a point of light appeared.

This point of light rapidly expanded as it grew brighter and brighter. A golden figure with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings walked out of it!

The pairs of wings spread out, blanketing Mistral’s “vision,” causing light and darkness to mix. This created mysterious and complicated symbols that didn’t differentiate themselves within the golden figure. It was both holy and corrupted, both light and dark.

Angel! Mistral’s pupils widened slightly as he couldn’t help but take a step back, terminating his previous thoughts.

In confusion, Ernes Boyar rapidly snapped awake when he saw a pair of limpid eyes that resembled crystalline gems or a lake. He felt a copy of the newspapers being stuffed into his hand.

In those emerald-green eyes were ripples. Deep within the emanating ripples were twirls of a vortex that seemed to suck in the soul of anyone who lay their eyes on them.

Ernes Boyar instantly became engrossed in it as he couldn’t move his eyes away.

Then, he heard a gentle and ethereal female voice in his ears:

“Take this newspaper and follow Emlyn White…

“Take this newspaper and follow Emlyn White…”

This voice was layered as it resounded within Ernes Boyar’s ears. It drilled into his brain, sinking deep into his heart.

Ernes Boyar nodded in a daze, sensing that there was more, but he couldn’t hear it clearly.

The paperboy with a sling bag diagonally across his shoulders swiftly turned around and agilely passed through the bicycles, mixing into the crowd that came and went.

This “boy” had a pretty face as “his” messy hair drooped down and hid “his” brows. As “he” walked, “he” took off a black fishnet glove that “he” had worn at some point in time, stuffing it into “his” sling bag filled with newspapers.

wind blew, “his” clothes shrank as a spot on “his” exposed arm

later, Ernes Boyar suddenly jumped back from where he stood, doing so as though he had been trying

ability! Just as he found his footing, his pupils dilated as he looked around his surroundings in a state of high alert, prepared for any impending

he knew that it wasn’t time

Ring!

used their bells to warn the gentleman in the middle of the road to

him, his muscles under his clothes ready to deliver

Ie

the pedestrians came and went, some slowing

Gong! Gong! Gong!

heard as the white steam spewed out from the chimneys of Saint Hierländ Cathedral. The holy hymns

stopped in their footsteps. At that holy moment, they either closed their eyes in prayer or were listening silently, regardless of whether they were believers of the God of

Gong Gong! Gong!

no one moved. Even Earl Mistral, who was inside a private

bicycles

problematic from the newspaper in the Sanguine Viscount’s hand. However, he didn’t attempt to carry out

the level of an angel didn’t belong to a Low- or Mid-Sequence Beyonder. This also meant that Emlyn White’s faction had at least a demigod hidden in the vicinity. Mistral believed that once he took action, he was bound to be stopped or even incur

of being easily detected while not knowing where his opponents were hiding, Mistral believed that it spelled trouble. Carrying

Sanguine, this was only a test. If the faction backing Emlyn had mobilized a demigod, they could detain that powerhouse thanks to Ernes Boyar’s protective measures. And through Oath of Rose, Mistral could confirm the attacker’s identity. They had never thought of escalating the matter into an intense conflict. In their plans, it only involved Earl Mistral stopping the other

highly likely

action and had only provided auxiliary help, to personally take action and make a pursuit would be a loss of decorumand an insult to his reputation as a Sanguine

next! Mistral’s facial muscles twitched as he rotated the

walking again. He circled past the fountain and arrived at the other end of Saint Hierländ Square amidst the

back hunched slightly, afraid to even move half a step. He saw the toppled carriage, the horse

out a wallet, and pulled out 100 pounds. He handed it to the carriage driver and said, “This is your

driver wore a

of the horse being startled, he experienced a brief moment of feeling the pinch. Following

years, he was responsible for all of this. This meant compensation from him and, with

age. Another option was to immediately bring the horse to a gangster and sell it. Then, he would return home and leave Backlund with his wife and children. The last option was to arrange for his family to move from the place they rented. He would then plead with the owner of the carriage, hoping that he could repay

suddenly hit him left his mind

enough to buy a brand

carriage driver and looked

“Everything’s fine now.”

with you here? Ernes lampooned as he

some unknown reason, he felt that he should