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.

unique, but it’s not bad… In the private room neighboring Earl Mistral, Klein was wearing a very ordinary face as he

was an attempt by the few members of the Tarot Club—one that didn’t need The World or Mr. Fool’s interference—but considering how Miss Justice and The Moon Emlyn had zero experience in

to head above the gray fog. Using

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

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

no need for him to consider the experienced The Star Leonard, but Miss Justice, who was participating in such matters

Spectator pathway is far greater than Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders of 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

it became filled with lively music, an

was slowly circling around the perimeter

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

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

“In 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

doesn’t this saying feel

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

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

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

Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Furthermore, resolving

relatively stronger resistance against Nightmare-related effects. Leonard had originally planned on

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

something from the Abraham family,”

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

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

as he cast his gaze out the window again, taking in the sight of Saint

Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance of the Loen Charity

off a carriage like

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

moment, there were people coming and going at the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s entrance, but Audrey walked over without any

as though she lived

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

enter the office when she suddenly heard a

amount of donations we have gathered this

but curl the ends of her lips as she gently nudged the ajar

staff member was holding a stack of

the 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 at

I’ll take my leave, Miss