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

and whispered in a human voice, “Humans nowadays are really lacking in creativity. They go to cathedrals at the first sight of problems. I thought I

other feeler

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

her driver didn’t remember the previous

Bursary Foundation, Audrey welcomed Hazel and brought her new friend into the

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

busy herself with charity work, helping others to make Hazel gradually brighten

a high concentration of fruit wine that was locally produced,

triggered as she instinctively looked

was Gehrman Sparrow in a half top hat, black trench

and fountain pen. She subconsciously said,

spoke, she hurriedly placed the items on

his top hat and

you want

darted to her sides before

preliminary records of

the desk with his

hesitate at all as she hurriedly organized her drafts,

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

nodded

“How much longer?”

week—no, five days. Five days, tops,”

fountain pen, half a bottle of wine, and other memorabilia, he took two steps forward

and Fors felt a little more relaxed than before. She even

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

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

Fors quickly agreed

street in East Borough

put down the newspaper and looked at her

“Was it effective?”

belonging to the pirates this time…” Before Fors could finish

Was it lacking there?” Xio asked

her drafts and picked up

to make

heard that, she opened her

Borough, in

preventing George III from

moment, after handling The Magician, he opened

“Dear Mr. Azik,