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.”

had happened that day and what

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 at the

other feeler of the ant

immediately forgot what she had just said and what she had just recalled. She had forgotten that she had met a postman wearing a monocle.

her maidservant and her driver didn’t remember the

Hazel and brought her new friend into

carefully gave up on the third stage of treatment for Hazel. She hoped that Hazel wouldn’t recall what she had

was to busy herself with charity work, helping others to make Hazel gradually brighten up and strengthen her ability to withstand

concentration of fruit wine that was locally produced, recording what she

spiritual perception was triggered as she instinctively looked to

quickly reforming. It was Gehrman Sparrow in a

up with her wine glass and fountain pen. She subconsciously said,

placed the items on

his top hat and looked

you want to

eyes darted to her sides before she

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

desk with his chin, indicating for Miss Magician to quickly

didn’t hesitate at all as she hurriedly organized her drafts,

other party busy, he suddenly said, “How’s the progress with the

nodded

“How much longer?”

Five days,

packed up her drafts, fountain pen, half a bottle of wine,

and Fors felt a little more relaxed

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

teacher again if there’s any information

agreed and

to a street in

put down the newspaper and looked at

“Was it effective?”

time…” Before Fors could finish speaking, her expression changed slightly.

Was it lacking there?”

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

make me

her to the bedroom door. When she heard that, she opened her mouth

spot in East Borough, in a

motives were unknown, and he was planning on preventing George III from becoming a Black Emperor. On the one hand, Klein

Magician, he opened up a piece of paper

“Dear Mr. Azik,