Lord of the Mysteries

After throwing everything other than his clothes, Ernes Boyar was stunned for a moment before he snapped to his senses.

What am I doing? What did I do? This Sanguine Viscount finally recalled the matters he had deliberately forgotten— those pair of emerald-green, limpid eyes.

A psychological cue, no—hypnosis… Ernes Boyar looked around in anger and irresistible horror, instinctively taking in the situation he was in.

His gaze then landed on the mountain-like figure. He saw Father Utravsky with his thin and sparse brows.

Instantly, Ernes Boyar had all sorts of thoughts run through his mind and collide with one another. He quickly came up with one intense thought.

He didn’t put up any resistance, and he immediately said, “I’ll come here to do a month of volunteer work!”

Emlyn’s predicament had long been spread amongst the Sanguine in Backlund. Ernes Boyar was well aware of Father Utravsky and knew that, even if he were to put up a fight, it was difficult for him to escape the fate of doing volunteer work. He might as well surrender and choose conditions that were more beneficial to him.

At the very least, I shouldn’t have any cues planted in my mind and end up converting my faith to Earth Mother… This thought flashed through Ernes’s mind. He discovered a lantern in Utravsky’s hand, and inside it was a strange candle that seemed to be covered in human skin with protruding lumps.

Under the candlelight’s faint illumination, Ernes’s pupils widened again. He only had one thought on his mind remaining as it kept resonating:

Another psychological cue…

At that moment, he felt the gloominess thicken in his heart.

“Alright,” Utravsky nodded and agreed to Ernes Boyar’s request.

Emlyn held back his smugness and pleased smile. He then looked at the items he had caught, looking like a farmer who had just reaped a bountiful harvest.

In a private room on the third story of a restaurant northwest of the square, the lights darkened as a huge shadow appeared.

Tiny bats flew out of the darkness and quickly clumped together.

Smoke rose up as the silver-haired, scarlet-eyed Earl Mistral appeared at the spot where the bats had appeared. Everything around him had been restored to normal.

His servant, a middle-aged man in a dark formal suit immediately stepped forward and asked with a bow, “My lord, are you having your meal now?”

He couldn’t tell if things had happened smoothly, or if something had gone wrong, much less about the success of the outcome from the earl’s face. However, he didn’t dare inquire.

Mistral nodded and said, “Yes.”

He walked to the table with a composed look, took off the ring with the ghostly-blue gem, and sat down without showing a chink in his disposition. It was as though he had headed out to feed the pigeons.

Mistral, Klein was wearing a very ordinary face as he commented on the Sivellaus cuisine delicacy—lamb

Mr. Fool’s interference—but considering how Miss Justice and The Moon Emlyn had zero experience in such matters and lacked experience in other matters, he had come

bathroom of his private room to head above the gray fog. Using the corresponding point of

holding the Sea God Scepter the entire time, prepared to deliver a lightning strike to prevent any problems once he

he ultimately didn’t do a thing. Everything happened more smoothly

was participating in such

Mid-Sequence Beyonders of the other pathways when it comes to controlling emotions. Even if she felt uneasy, she would’ve resolved it with her Beyonder powers before the operation… Klein nodded

on Saint Hierland Square, it became filled with lively music, an eclectic mix of

circling around

bank of the Backlund Bridge, took one look at the pigeons in the middle of the square before

dream, he flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated

mind, Pallez Zoroast snapped back, “In the Fourth Epoch, there’s such

the tacit approval of Mr. Fool, so it’s bound to succeed? However, Old Man doesn’t know much about the Tarot Club. Mr. Fool is a witness most of the time, so there’s no so-called tacit

this

of the general situation of the Tarot Club and inform “Him” of the matters that

“Indeed. There’s also a second half of the saying:

but do not trust “Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in silence as he looked down at the notebook

akin to a Grade 1

well as the darkness, had relatively stronger resistance against Nightmare-related effects. Leonard had originally planned on borrowing Creeping Hunger from The World Klein Moretti. However, after some subsequent discussion, Miss Magician mentioned the

for Angel’s Embrace, lent him Creeping Hunger for three hours. Various useful Beyonder powers were recorded,

family,” Pallez Zoroast said with a

of this as he nodded indiscernibly. He then asked, “Old Man, do you have the means of weakening or controlling the negative effects of the mystical item I previously

he said, “Didn’t you say that it has a living characteristic? That

the window again, taking

the vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance of the Loen Charity Bursary

changing her clothes, Audrey got off a carriage

had already gotten rid of her paperboy attire at a hotel room that had been prepared ahead of time. And that room was reserved by someone under Emlyn’s instructions. It had nothing to

coming and going at the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s entrance, but Audrey walked over without

as though she lived in

director’s office. And everyone who she walked past seemed to join her in playing a game, pretending as though they

to enter the office when

Audrey, this is the amount of

help but curl the ends of her lips as

office, a staff member was holding a stack of documents, showing it

behind the desk was a golden retriever with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging

sat at the director’s seat, casually flipping through

back the

my