Lord of the Mysteries

Xio hesitated when she heard Fors’s question.

“We were discovered…”

They had said something similar before, but they were repeating it again now. However, it didn’t have the same meaning. Previously, it was referring to being discovered by the guardian or monitor when she recognized Sherman. Now, the crux of the matter was that their choice and corresponding actions were expected and arranged by the person behind the scenes. They had no secrets to speak of.

This meant that the chance that Xio had been longing for might’ve really appeared, but what lay behind this matter was inconceivable.

“If we follow the intention behind this ‘message.’ The final outcome will depend on whether she has good intentions, but that’s not something under our control,” Xio added from a rational angle.

The reason why she had used “she” to represent the person behind the scenes was because she had recalled the fragrance she smelled when she lost Sherman the other time.

Fors listened quietly and nodded in agreement.

Yes, we’re too passive in this matter. The best option is to leave this place…”

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at the warehouse. She opened her mouth but didn’t say anything further.

She was reminded of the possible situation Sherman was in, and she suspected that “he” was in grave danger. However, she deliberately ignored it in the end and didn’t mention it.

To her, Sherman was a person who existed in Xio’s descriptions. He was no different from a character in a novel. If she had the strength and opportunity to save him in passing, she was willing to do so, but to bear the risk because of that and allow her friend to be rash, putting her life in danger was definitely not something within her considerations.

Xio nodded and said, “Alright, we’ll leave now.

“However, the person who left that ‘comment’ definitely wouldn’t be happy to see us do so. She will definitely hinder us.

“Uh, let’s do it this way. We’ll escape in different directions and make that person choose one person. Whoever successfully leaves this area will immediately cause a commotion and attract the official Beyonders.”

“Why don’t we directly cause a commotion here?” Fors subconsciously raised a question.

“It will definitely be stopped or foiled!” Xio gave her excuse.

Fors nodded thoughtfully.

“Makes sense.

“Alright, let’s not delay it any further. Let’s begin.”

Xio didn’t say another word as she took out her transparent, nearly invisible triangular blade. With her back bent, she leaped out of her hiding spot and ran out of the harbor amidst the shadows.

The triangular blade was a mystical item she had spent 500 pounds through Ma’am Hermit to get the Artisan to forge with the ancient wraith’s powder and remnant spirituality. It was called Wintry Blade.

this weapon—even if it were a gentle touch—would be frozen stiff. They would even lose control of their thoughts as though they were possessed by a wraith. At the same time, once the battle continued, Wintry Blade’s enemies would gradually have their thoughts turn sluggish and their actions become rigid and dull, even if they didn’t

wielder would slowly lose their body temperature and transform into an undead. Once a certain time limit was exceeded, this

at lightning speeds to generate heat to

she had only managed to extend the time it took before she kept Wintry Blade away from her

Fors had already passed through a

two seconds, Xio bit her lip and suddenly turned around

straight

looked up and observed the area above her, seemingly trying to find another passageway, one that was less noticeable to the

made her turn her head and see a

brown, curly hair. She had a pair of light blue

Xio

her lips and said, “Weren’t you fleeing

After a few

you! I’ve already prepared a reason to

she said with a complicated expression, “You didn’t

keep

going with you to save her. You definitely would’ve persuaded me otherwise and would think of doing it yourself. If we repeated the conversation a few times,

without any hesitation, stood by her side with Wintry

she put away the spellbook and grabbed

Door Opening, she realized that Fors hadn’t

said, “After entering, we’ll hide and observe.

leave as soon as possible. That way, we can at least avenge Sherman and not be buried

will all kinds of possibilities open up for

and replied in a stern manner,

couldn’t afford to waste any more time, she “opened” the illusory

a greenhorn in such operations, she instinctively crouched down and pulled out Leymano’s Travels and flipped to a

her eyes to

signs of anger. Her brown hair was gently fluttering in

was Viscount Stratford. This captain of the royal guards tightened his collar and was surveying

only a

will let you die without any pain. You will be

spoke, he took out an item from his

her enhanced vision from the Interrogator potion, and she

cross accessory covered in bronze. There were a few sharp, jagged protrusions,

in the Fifth Epoch’s Northern

resistance is futile,” Viscount Stratford said as he pressed one of the fingers he used to hold the bronze cross

bright red blood immediately flowed out and was absorbed by the

mottled bronze on the cross’s surface disintegrated, revealing a

Viscount Stratford held had turned into a