Lord of the Mysteries

The Sanguine Earl, Mistral, frowned slightly. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he said rather honestly, “I don’t think there were any leaks prior to this.

Because if that was the case, the Rose School of Thought’s demigods would’ve had plenty of time to use the response from the Mother Tree of Desire and Abomination Suah, laying a more dangerous and terrifying trap. It wouldn’t be something an angel could easily resolve.

This was also the reason why Mistral had said that the trap appeared to be a last-minute setup and looked rather hasty.

This proved that there was no mole. After all, the ones who knew of the operation before tonight were the ones involved. If they wanted to leak the information, they could’ve done it earlier. This was unless someone changed their minds or wanted to use the urgency of time to obtain more benefits. And all of these would only leave clear traces.

The black-bonneted Sharron continued looking at the restaurant that had lost its roof. After a moment of silence, she said, “Perhaps it’s a way of detecting danger via other means.”

For this operation, the Sanguine had used a Sealed Artifact that could even disrupt a Devil’s danger premonition, much less, things like spiritual intuition.

“Possibly…” Mistral couldn’t think of a better explanation.

At that moment, in a room on the second floor of the restaurant, other than the red wine and strange figure evaporating, everything else remained untouched, as if nothing had happened.

Originally, Sharron and Mistral could attempt using divination to find answers to their questions and restore what had happened before the attack. But now, they couldn’t do so because the surrounding area had been illuminated by the “crimson moon.” It was equivalent to receiving the corresponding cleansing from the Mother Tree of Desire. This meant that divination easily led to this evil goddess, and the results would be unimaginable.

Without waiting for Sharron to speak, Mistral took a silent deep breath and said, “There are incidents in every matter. There’s no such thing as a 100% success rate. Let’s leave it here today. If we stay here any longer, the officials might discover something amiss.”

As soon as he said that, the black chains hanging from the roof instantly turned dim and illusory.

The roof descended once again, covering the second floor of the restaurant and looking no different from what it was like before.

Of course, when the storm rained, there would definitely be water leaks. If there was a storm, the entire roof would be thrown up again.

The gigantic bat wings that blanketed the area shrank back into the darkness as the drizzle once again took center stage.

Hidden in the shadows, Klein watched as Miss Sharron’s figure rapidly turned transparent and vanished. He saw an illusory cloud of smoke puffing up and countless tiny bats flying in every direction. He couldn’t help but frown and silently mutter to himself:

What exactly happened…

It wasn’t worrisome to have an accident. What was worrisome was not even knowing what the accident was. Regardless of what one’s level was, the unknown was always frightening.

moment, he suddenly heard

“What…” “Exactly…” “Happened…” “Here…”

turned his head, he realized that Miss Messenger had walked out of the spirit

red-eyed heads in “Her” hands were all

you see what happened

revelations from there directly. Be it their spiritual intuition or divination, they were rather formidable

Reinette Tinekerr shook

questions, he

with a ghostly-blue gem. He muttered to himself in surprise, “It ended

Earl Mistral’s frustration, anger, and reluctance to vent his anger at a lady or others.

his

wanted to ask Emlyn White the reason for his sudden nausea and grimace, but he had perfectly tempered his

and heard, but due to the seal by Marquis Nibbs, he was only able to see the situation

The demigod from the temperance faction came here while

is this…

find the target? How can

it was him, Sharron, or the Sanguine, none of them had the motives to leak the information to the Rose

had

disappointment and puzzlement, Marie said without much change in expression, “Then we’ve to leave the

his figure began to fade,

wanted to ask him if he knew of any doll masters, but after opening his mouth, he found that it was damaging to the image of the Sanguine.

Rose School of Thought this time, making it impossible to

area, Iron Gate Street, in one of the

in the image of Sherlock Moriarty,

was seated on a high stool, said

moment before saying, “The influence

of Thought’s demigod had already sensed the immense danger through a certain method or a certain existence, why would he set up a trap

easily resolved. Then, why would he waste time setting it up and

small bonnet, Sharron moved

surface, it’s a trap, but it’s

sentence at a slower pace, “Yes, using such a trap to ‘cleanse’ the scene

a secret to hide would a demigod from the Rose School of Thought take the risk and stay