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

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

feeler of the ant moved as

she had just recalled. She had forgotten that she had met a postman wearing

driver

Audrey welcomed Hazel and brought her new friend into the activities needed to help

The World Gehrman Sparrow had mentioned that the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, and other angels were hidden in Backlund, Audrey carefully gave up on the

charity work, helping others to make Hazel gradually brighten up and strengthen her ability to withstand the psychological

a high concentration of fruit wine

triggered as

the void, quickly reforming. It was Gehrman Sparrow in a

her wine glass and fountain pen. She subconsciously said, “Good afternoon, uh, Mr.

spoke, she hurriedly placed the

pressed his top hat and looked

you want

eyes darted to her sides before she said,

she had already made preliminary records of the traits of the city that

Klein gestured at the items on the desk with his chin, indicating for Miss Magician to quickly pack

all as she hurriedly organized her drafts, as though she had heard an

party busy, he suddenly said, “How’s the

gently nodded his

“How much longer?”

Five days, tops,”

else. After Fors packed up her drafts, fountain pen, half a

flashed past, and Fors felt a little more relaxed than before. She even attempted

disappeared from before. She

note of any replies. Also, ask your teacher again if there’s any information related to the Blood

agreed and thanked

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

newspaper and looked at

“Was it effective?”

city belonging to the pirates this time…” Before Fors could finish speaking, her expression changed

there?”

ran straight for the room inside and sat in front of the desk. She opened her drafts and picked up a pen.

to make

to the bedroom door. When she heard that, she opened her mouth but didn’t

spot in East Borough, in a rented apartment with a similar

on preventing George III from

handling The Magician, he

“Dear Mr. Azik,