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.

rich smell is rather unique, but it’s not bad… In the private room neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing a very ordinary face as he commented on the Sivellaus cuisine delicacy—lamb

or Mr. Fool’s interference—but considering how Miss Justice and

the attached bathroom of his private room to head above the gray fog. Using the corresponding point of light, he had taken in the entire square and

Sea God Scepter the entire time, prepared to deliver a lightning strike to prevent any

ultimately didn’t do a thing.

Star Leonard, but Miss Justice, who was participating in such matters for the first

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 indiscernibly as he

it became filled with lively

was slowly circling around the perimeter

pigeons in the middle of the square before asking with a suppressed voice,

into a dream, he flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated Angel’s Embrace. He then left the

the Fourth

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

doesn’t this saying

informed Pallez Zoroast of the exact situation of the Tarot Club. All he did was give mention of

“Indeed. There’s also a second half

might of deities, but do not trust “Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in silence as he

akin to a Grade 1

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 traits

Embrace, lent him Creeping Hunger for three hours. Various useful Beyonder

Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast said with a

known of this as he nodded indiscernibly. He then asked, “Old Man, do you have the

that a mystical item? That’s something that requires sealing!” Pallez first reprimanded Leonard. Then, he said, “Didn’t you say that it has a living characteristic? That makes it

felt relieved as he cast his gaze out the window again, taking in the sight of Saint Hierland Cathedral, which had parts resembling

Phelps Street, North Borough, in the vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance of the Loen

off a carriage like an ordinary

rid of her paperboy attire at a hotel room that had been prepared ahead of time. And

the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s

as though she lived in

and headed for the director’s office. And everyone who she walked past seemed to join her in playing a game, pretending as though they hadn’t seen her.

about to enter the office when she

amount of donations we have gathered

lips as

stack of documents, showing it to the person behind

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

casually flipping through the documents, and said, “That wouldn’t be

the document and smiled

my leave, Miss