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.”

tell the bishops what had happened that day and what she saw

human voice, “Humans nowadays are really lacking in creativity. They go to cathedrals at the first sight of problems. I thought I would discover something if I followed her.

he spoke, the other feeler of the ant

had just said and what she had just recalled. She had forgotten that she had met a postman wearing a monocle. She got off the

and her driver didn’t remember the previous

the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation, Audrey welcomed Hazel and brought her new friend into the activities needed to help the injured soldiers at the

the Secret Order, Zaratul, and other angels were hidden in Backlund, Audrey carefully gave up on the third stage of treatment for Hazel. She

with charity work, helping others to make

Fors was drinking a high concentration of fruit wine that was locally produced, recording what she had heard

perception was triggered as she instinctively looked

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

and fountain pen. She subconsciously said, “Good afternoon,

hurriedly placed the

top

want to

her sides before

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

on the desk with his chin, indicating

at all as she hurriedly organized her drafts, as though she

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

gently nodded

“How much longer?”

Five days, tops,” Fors

Fors packed up her drafts, fountain pen, half a bottle of wine, and other memorabilia, he took

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

where she had disappeared from before. She heard The World Gehrman Sparrow say, “Rest for a few

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

quickly agreed and

to a street in East

put down the newspaper and

“Was it effective?”

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

there?”

inside and sat in front of the desk. She opened her drafts

to make

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

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

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,

he opened up a piece of paper

“Dear Mr. Azik,