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.

In the private room neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing a very ordinary face as he commented

Mr. Fool’s interference—but considering how Miss Justice and The Moon Emlyn had zero experience

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 its

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

a thing. Everything happened more

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

of the other pathways when it comes to controlling emotions. Even if she felt

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

rental carriage was slowly circling around the

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 take regarding the outcome of this

a dream, he flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated Angel’s Embrace. He then left the scene on carriage, unsure

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

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

doesn’t this saying

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

second half of the saying:

repeated in silence

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

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 mentioned

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

from the Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast

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

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

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

Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance of the Loen Charity

her clothes, Audrey got off a carriage like an

prepared ahead of time. And that room was reserved by someone under Emlyn’s

Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s

at her, as though she

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 game, pretending as though they hadn’t seen her. They weren’t puzzled about why

enter the office when she

amount of donations we have gathered

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

a staff member was holding a stack of documents,

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

flipping through the documents, and

back the document and smiled

I’ll take my