Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1059

The red brandy-nosed man rushed to a safe within a few steps where he then took out a radio transceiver and a codebook from a secret compartment.

He crouched there and transcoded the incident that happened to Charlie Raker. Then, he started to send the telegram.

Meanwhile, in the house above the Raker bookstore, a brown-skinned maid rolled up her sleeves and poured an indigo-blue liquid on her left arm.

Her skin around the spot immediately changed colors, but under the indigo-blue colors, there were wisps of black light extending out like threadworms.

These black beams of light quickly manifested a strange, palm-sized face. Its eyes were as tiny as rice grains, and its mouth was as wide as a tea plate.

“Charlie Raker has had an accident,” the maid enunciated each word while looking at the face on her arm.

Every word she said seemed to have its own shape, forming an indigo-blue bodied entity like her mouth and arm.

Immediately following that, the words that seemed to be written began to intertwine as they were enveloped by smoke of the same color.

At this moment, the strange face on the maid’s arm slowly opened its mouth and sucked in the indigo-blue smoke and text.

All the abnormalities vanished, other than the patch of skin on the maid’s arm remaining an indigo-blue color.

In the darkness outside the window, a tiny, ordinary bat flapped its wings, changing its motionless state and flying off to some unknown location.

On another street that was less than 500 meters away from the Raker’s bookstore, in the air above a restaurant that specialized in Southern Continent cuisine.

Tiny bats flew out from the darkness and gathered together, forming thick smoke.

The smoke and bat appeared incorporeal and disappeared in the blink of an eye. All that was left behind was a man wearing a tuxedo without the corresponding hat.

This man was thin, tall, and upright. He had light-colored hair that was nearly silver in color. His eyes were bright red like blood as though blood was hidden within. He was none other than Sanguine Earl, Mistral.

He raised his left hand with the ghostly-blue gem ring and touched the slightly exaggerated bow tie. He looked down at the restaurant that had already closed and said, “Both pieces of intel eventually led here.”

As soon as Mistral finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of him, wearing a black regal dress and a bonnet. She had light blonde hair and blue eyes, and her face was pale like a rather intricate doll.

The trees on the street below suddenly swayed gently as the light from the gas lamps flashed.

“A Puppet.” Earl Mistral nodded slightly and acknowledged Sharron’s status and level.

at the second

are remnants of Mother Tree of Desire

in midair and nodded

extended out

restaurant sank into an unnatural state of darkness, as

He took out a bronze box embedded with

glass sphere

glass sphere fell from his fingers

changed directions and moved towards something in the air as

in a room on

white light exploded. It was as if a “sun” had risen in the room, illuminating everything. It made all the corruption, decadence, evil, undeath,

who had already closed his eyes, suddenly frowned and let out a puzzled

any

a change in her expression, her tightly

“set.” The bright white light shone helplessly and silently

suffer any damage. The Sanguine Earl, Mistral, opened his eyes and looked at it

instantly came to life, transforming into illusory chains that bound

was forcibly uprooted

it Mistral or Sharron, they

linen, a radio transceiver sat on it with a transcoded telegram message

an old piano. The piano stools were

was a cup of red wine.

it was like any normal residence. The only difference was herbal powder

who could directly obtain information

here had just

Marquis Nibbs could react, the flesh-colored figure soaked in red

light instantly burgeoned and brightened, forming a gigantic

making the demigod participating in the battle feel as though

hand suddenly and flipped

were crimson gems embedded around it. In the

Moriarty’s help. It kept emanating a tranquil halo, imbuing the wielder with

was even closer to a Blood Moon or even stronger. An indescribable surge of spirituality came into existence, making the area which Nibbs’s gigantic wings had isolated present a strange, deeply silent feeling. Even though Sharron wielded the Scarlet Lunar Corona, she sensed the maleficent thoughts in her burgeon as though an indescribable change was

like the trees and gas lamps along the

bit by bit. He felt that the life pulsing in his veins was slowly condensing as though making an attempt to take

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