Lord of the Mysteries

Hazel’s gaze instantly froze as she felt something rapidly expanding in her mind. It was about to tear apart an invisible barrier and spew out.

She instinctively looked away and curled up slightly.

Then, she felt a ray of light shoot out from the depths of her heart, exploding into countless memory fragments in her mind as it howled, raging back and forth.

She suddenly remembered what had happened at home that day. She recalled her father, mother, maid, and servants wearing monocles or pinching their eye sockets. The indescribable horror was so vivid, as though it had been carved into her bones.

The expression on Hazel’s face crumbled as she curled into a ball as she trembled. The maidservant in the carriage was stunned as she hurriedly stood up and reached out her hands in an attempt to help her up.

“No!” Hazel trembled as she shouted with a nearly sharp voice.

The maidservant was shocked and frightened. She stood rooted to the ground, not knowing how to react.

After shouting, Hazel calmed down. She sat up and looked ahead in extreme fear. She saw the monocled postman enter another street, leaving only his back visible.

“I-I wasn’t feeling well just now. I’m feeling much better now,” Hazel turned her head and barely said to the maidservant.

She realized that she wasn’t as afraid as she remembered. It was as if she had already gotten used to the situation after some time.

If not, I might have lost control just now… Why would I use the word “lose control”… Thankfully, I forgot those memories and didn’t do anything eye-catching when I saw the postman. It took me ten seconds to break down. If not, I might’ve been detected, and something terrifying might’ve happened… Her thoughts flashed uncontrollably as her body trembled slightly.

“Miss, do you need to go to the clinic?” the maidservant asked hurriedly.

Hazel instinctively shook her head as her mind turned chaotic as she casually said, “Let’s go to the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation first. I remember there’s a private clinic nearby.”

“Alright.” The maidservant turned around and instructed the coachman to speed up.

Hazel kept taking deep breaths in an attempt to regulate her tense emotions, panic, and fear.

It had to be said that it was somewhat effective. She seemed to have calmed down a little instead of breaking down immediately.

At that moment, a sparrow had appeared above the carriage at some point in time. It squeezed its right eye and spat out a human language with almost no sound.

“She seems to have some unnecessary misunderstanding about me.

“It looks like T had some interactions with her before. Ah, she’s a resident of Boklund Street. Interesting…”

Before long, the carriage arrived at Phelps Street. Seeing that the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation wasn’t far away, Hazel suddenly said, “To the cathedral.

“Turn towards Saint Samuel Cathedral first.”

“I want to pray.”

wanted to tell the bishops what had happened that day and

human voice, “Humans nowadays are really lacking in creativity. They

other feeler

said and what she had just recalled. She had forgotten that she had met a postman wearing a monocle. She got off the carriage at the entrance of the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation and headed

her maidservant and her driver didn’t remember the

new friend into the activities needed to help

Sparrow had mentioned that the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, and other angels were hidden in Backlund, Audrey carefully gave up on the third stage of treatment for Hazel. She hoped that Hazel wouldn’t recall what she

herself with charity work, helping others to make

high concentration of fruit wine

her spiritual perception was triggered as she instinctively

the void, quickly reforming. It was Gehrman Sparrow in a half top hat, black trench coat, and a

a swoosh, Fors stood up with her wine glass and fountain pen.

she hurriedly placed the items

pressed his top hat

want

her sides before she

of the traits of the city that were

desk with his chin, indicating for

organized her drafts, as though she

and watched the other party busy, he suddenly said, “How’s the progress with the horror story?” Fors trembled indiscernibly before

gently nodded

“How much longer?”

five days. Five

a bottle of wine, and other memorabilia, he took two steps

past, and Fors felt a little more

returned to the alley where she had disappeared from before. She

teacher again if there’s any information related to

agreed

a street in East Borough

newspaper and looked

“Was it effective?”

a free city belonging to the pirates this time…” Before Fors could finish speaking, her expression changed slightly. “Give me my

there?” Xio asked in

her drafts and picked up a pen. Without looking back, she said, “For the sake

make me

followed her to the bedroom door. When she heard

East Borough, in

Amon would be “baited” over. The Red Angel evil spirit’s true motives were unknown, and he was planning on preventing George III from becoming a Black Emperor. On the one hand, Klein was trying his best to digest the Bizarro Sorcerer potion, and on

this moment, after handling The Magician, he opened up a piece of paper and

“Dear Mr. Azik,