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.

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

of the Tarot Club—one that didn’t need The World or Mr. Fool’s interference—but considering how Miss Justice and

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

time, prepared to deliver a lightning strike to prevent any problems

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

such matters for the first time, had exceeded his expectations. She wasn’t nervous at

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

with lively music, an eclectic mix of the flute, violin, accordion,

rental carriage was slowly circling around

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

he flipped Leymano’s Travels and activated Angel’s Embrace.

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

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

doesn’t this saying

give mention of the general situation of

also a second half of the saying: Do

of deities, but do not trust “Their” benevolence… Leonard repeated in

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

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 the traits of Leymano’s Travels,

lent him Creeping Hunger for

from the Abraham family,” Pallez Zoroast said

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

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

taking in the sight of

of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance of the

Audrey got off a carriage like an

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

going at the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation’s

looked at her, as though she lived in another

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

office when she suddenly heard a familiar voice

of donations we have gathered this

her lips as she gently

office, a staff member was holding a stack of

a golden retriever with a

seat, casually flipping through the documents, and said, “That wouldn’t be

staff member then took back the document and smiled at the

I’ll take my leave,