Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1134 Mr. Door

As Trissy recited the words, the gems around her emitted cracking sounds as they shattered into powder and floated up.

They shimmered with red, blue, green, or resplendent light before rapidly gathering into a torrent that surged towards the candlelight on the altar.

At the same time, strands of hair that had been burnt inside the cauldron joined the process.

The fire began to expand and interweave with each other, turning increasingly dark, as if it was an illusory door that led to other worlds.

Trissy immediately felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, as though countless dangers were seeping out of the fire.

A sentence flashed across her mind. It was a reminder from Gehrman Sparrow:

“Be careful of Mr. Door.”

As expected of someone with a messenger of that level… His understanding of Mr. Door, and his confidence in knowing about my plans, might be deeper and more precise than I imagined… Trissy slowly took a deep breath and patiently waited for the subsequent changes.

In just a blink of an eye, she felt that the void in the room thinned significantly. Many of the places were covered with shadows, as though there were large amounts of indescribable creatures hiding behind them.

The dim, expanding flame slowly turned into a gigantic, deep crimson vortex.

As the vortex spun, an ethereal voice that could pierce through one’s Spirit Body finally sounded from the bottom: “…Cheek?”

Upon hearing this voice, the blood vessels in Trissy’s forehead throbbed. It was as if her head had been pierced by countless steel needles as they crazily stabbed and twisted.

Her black hair flared up despite the lack of wind. Every strand grew slightly thicker, and the skin on her face became transparent. Her blood vessels protruded out one after another, densely packed like a spider’s web.

After spending a great deal of effort, Trissy finally managed to control herself. She then heard the voice that could make most Beyonders lose control, chuckling and saying, “It looks like it’s Cheek’s Blessed…

“Back then, we had seen the second Blasphemy Slate together… and we were able to surpass Sequence 1… and live to this day… Now, the only ones left are likely the Artisan, Cheek, and me…”

Trissy ignored Mr. Door’s poignant sigh and said with a twisted expression:

“Honorable Mr. Door, I have something to ask you.”

lost and trapped in the darkness and the storm is just too boring… It’s rare for someone to have a chat with me…” The terrifying voice replied without much change from the

get used to the ravings

any unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by Blood Emperor Tudor for

but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded through the endless

it’s because

mix them together… Mixing it with your spirituality, draw the symbol in front of the mausoleum. Then, you can open the secret passage that leads into

dark vortex, forming

that were stacked in decreasing sizes as they

the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body tearing apart. She memorized the symbol

blood from all

requires the blood of a

much blood of

there’s no need for too much… Just a small tube will do…

help but smile when she received the

overall expression, made her appear odd, as

smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future,

was silent for a few seconds

of the Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder pathway… Once I leave the storm

the Abraham family could escape the ancient curse. After receiving the answer, she couldn’t take

didn’t attempt to bewitch, threaten,

dark fire vortex disintegrated and the ritual ended, Trissy began to Cogitate,

a pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door. She described the two answers in

her wake. It was very difficult for her to find the blood of Beyonders of

addition, she believed that even if George III and the others believed that there was no problem with the secret mausoleum and that it was safe enough; thus, not leaving too many guards, there were still precautions inside. It wasn’t something that a Sequence 4 could

at the level of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was obvious, so they had the ability to destroy the mausoleum at the critical moment,

it herself, so of course she had to find assistance from someone

letter into a mailbox on a nearby street, the black-haired, black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and lonely road.

sake of a little indignation,

least I’ll

those who hate me, no one

sat on the

he subconsciously thought about how quickly he could gather the blood from the

very similar to the symbol behind Miss Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss Magician, and also give her

it from Vice Admiral Iceberg’s third mate named Flowery