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

or 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 to the area incognito as

to The Fool while he entered the attached bathroom of his private room to head above the gray fog. Using the corresponding point of

entire time, prepared to deliver a lightning strike to prevent any problems once he discovered anything

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

consider the experienced The Star Leonard, but Miss Justice, who was participating in such matters for the first time, had exceeded his expectations. She wasn’t nervous at all, not showing any

the Spectator pathway is far greater than Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders of the other pathways when it comes to controlling emotions. Even if

Square, it became filled with lively music, an eclectic mix of the flute, violin, accordion, and

was slowly circling around

who was prepared to 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 Man, what’s your

Ernes Boyar into a dream, he flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated

his mind, Pallez Zoroast snapped back, “In the Fourth Epoch, there’s such a saying—believe in the might

the tacit approval of Mr. Fool, so it’s bound to succeed? However, Old Man doesn’t know much about

doesn’t this saying feel

mention of the general situation

said, “Indeed. There’s also a second half of

“Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in

wistfully, “This is really akin to a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Furthermore,

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

him Creeping Hunger for three hours. Various

something from the Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast

Man, do you have the means of weakening

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

gaze out the window again, taking in the

in the vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at

got off a carriage like

hotel room that had been prepared ahead of time. And that room was reserved by someone

moment, there were people coming and going at the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s

one looked at her, as though

seemed

office when she suddenly heard a familiar voice

is the amount of donations we

couldn’t help but curl the ends of her lips as she

was holding a stack of documents,

golden retriever with a pair

through the documents, and said,

staff member then took back the document and smiled at

I’ll take my leave,