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.

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

considering how Miss Justice and The Moon Emlyn had zero experience in such

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

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

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

was participating in such matters for the first time, had exceeded his expectations.

pathways when it comes to controlling emotions. Even if she felt uneasy, she would’ve resolved it with her

Square, it became filled with lively music, an eclectic

rental carriage was slowly circling around the perimeter

return to the north bank of the Backlund Bridge, took one look at the pigeons in the middle of the square before asking with a suppressed voice, “Old

activated Angel’s Embrace. He then left the scene on carriage, unsure of the

snapped back, “In the Fourth Epoch, there’s

means that this matter has received 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

doesn’t this saying feel

of the exact situation of the Tarot Club. All he did was give mention of the general situation of the Tarot Club and inform

a second half of the saying: Do not trust

repeated in silence as he looked

a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Furthermore, resolving its negative effects is

fact that Beyonders of the pathway involving the Moon domain, as 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

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

Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast said

“Old Man, do you have the means of weakening or controlling the negative effects of the

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

gaze out the window again, taking in the sight of Saint Hierland Cathedral,

Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the

her clothes, Audrey got off a carriage like

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

the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s

looked at her, as though

up to the second story, and headed for the director’s office. And everyone who she walked past seemed to join

to enter the office

the amount of donations we have

help but curl the ends of her lips

was holding a stack of documents, showing it

a golden retriever with a

casually flipping through the documents, and said, “That

member then took back the document and

take my