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.

room neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing a very ordinary

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

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

prepared to deliver

he ultimately didn’t do a thing. Everything

Justice, who was participating in such matters for the first time, had

controlling emotions. Even if she felt uneasy, she would’ve resolved it with her Beyonder powers before the operation… Klein nodded indiscernibly as he continued sampling the

window, on Saint Hierland Square, it became filled with lively music, an eclectic mix of the flute, violin, accordion,

rental carriage was slowly circling around the

took one look at the pigeons in the middle of the square before

activated Angel’s Embrace. He then left

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

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

this

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

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

not trust “Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in silence as he looked down at the notebook with a bronze

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

as the darkness, had relatively stronger resistance against Nightmare-related effects. Leonard had originally planned on borrowing Creeping Hunger from The World Klein

originally responsible for Angel’s Embrace, lent him Creeping Hunger for three hours. Various useful

from the Abraham family,” Pallez

nodded indiscernibly. He then asked, “Old Man, do you have the means of weakening or controlling the negative effects of

sealing!” Pallez first reprimanded Leonard. Then, he said, “Didn’t you say that it

taking in

of Saint Samuel

Audrey got off a carriage like an

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

at the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s entrance, but Audrey walked over without any

at her, as though she lived in

briskly walked into the foyer, went up to the second story, and headed for the director’s office. And everyone who she walked past seemed to join her in playing a

the office

is the amount of donations

the ends of her lips as she gently nudged the ajar door

was holding a stack of documents, showing it to the person behind

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

through

staff member then took back the document and smiled at the

take my leave,