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.”

the bishops what had happened that day and what she saw

gap of the carriage, a black ant moved its feeler on its right and whispered in a human voice, “Humans nowadays are really lacking in creativity. They go to cathedrals

feeler of the ant moved as

postman wearing a monocle. She got off the carriage at the entrance of the

driver

friend into the activities

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 had experienced for the time

helping others to make Hazel

concentration of fruit wine that was locally produced, recording

perception was triggered as

a figure appear in the void, quickly reforming. It was Gehrman Sparrow in a half top hat,

her wine glass and

spoke, she hurriedly placed the items

top

want to

her sides before she said,

past few days, she had already made preliminary records of the traits of the city that were different from other

word, Klein gestured at the items on the desk with his

she hurriedly organized her drafts, as though

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

gently nodded his

“How much longer?”

five days. Five days, tops,” Fors

didn’t say anything else. After Fors packed up her drafts, fountain pen, half a bottle of wine, and

felt a little more relaxed than before. She even attempted to

to the alley where she had disappeared from

any replies. Also, ask your teacher again if there’s any information related to the Blood Emperor Tudor, mainly about the various

Fors quickly agreed and

separating from Gehrman Sparrow, she returned to a street in East Borough and entered an

put down the newspaper and looked

“Was it effective?”

this time…” Before Fors could finish

lacking there?” Xio

front of the desk. She opened her drafts and picked up a pen. Without looking back, she said,

to make me

followed her to the bedroom door. When she heard

East Borough, in a rented apartment

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

this moment, after handling The Magician, he

“Dear Mr. Azik,