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.

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

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 such matters and lacked experience in other matters, he had come to the area incognito as a final

marionette to pray to The Fool while he entered the attached bathroom of his private room to

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

thing.

participating in such matters

to controlling emotions. Even if she

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

rental carriage 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

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

back, “In the Fourth

However, Old Man doesn’t know much about the Tarot Club. Mr. Fool is a witness most of

doesn’t this

Tarot Club. All he did was give mention of the general situation of the Tarot Club and inform “Him” of the matters that had been

said, “Indeed. There’s also a second half of the saying: Do not trust

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

Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Furthermore, resolving its negative

the fact that Beyonders of the pathway involving the Moon domain, as well as the darkness, had relatively stronger resistance against Nightmare-related effects. Leonard

originally responsible for Angel’s Embrace, lent him Creeping Hunger for three hours. Various useful Beyonder powers were recorded, such

is something from the Abraham family,”

“Old Man, do you have the means of weakening or controlling the negative effects of the mystical item

a mystical item? That’s something that requires sealing!” Pallez first reprimanded Leonard. Then, he

his gaze out the window again, taking in the sight of

Phelps Street, North Borough, in the vicinity of Saint Samuel Cathedral, at the entrance

changing her clothes, Audrey got off a carriage like

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 Emlyn’s instructions.

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

one looked at her, as

walked past seemed to join her in playing a game, pretending as though they hadn’t seen

the office when she suddenly heard a familiar voice

Audrey, this is the amount of

her lips as she gently nudged the ajar door and walked

was holding a stack of documents, showing it to the

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

flipping through the

back the

my leave,