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.”

The time spent being lost and trapped in the darkness and the storm is just too boring… It’s rare for someone to have a chat with me…”

muscles twitched involuntarily, still unable to get used

before saying, “…I want to know if there are any unorthodox ways to enter the nine secret mausoleums built by

he was, but Mr. Door’s ethereal laughter sounded through the

it’s because

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

sparks separated from the dark vortex,

were stacked in decreasing sizes as they randomly

back the excruciating pain of her Spirit Body

must be blood from all twenty-two

the blood of a

blood of

need for too much… Just a small tube will do… Just

she couldn’t help but smile

overall expression, made her appear odd,

main goal, Trissy asked again to ensure smooth cooperation with Gehrman Sparrow in the future, “The Abraham family wants

was silent for a few seconds

Seer, Apprentice, and Marauder

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

for Mr. Door, he didn’t attempt to

and the ritual ended, Trissy began to Cogitate, spending nearly an hour to calm the effects of Mr. Door’s

this, Trissy took out a pen and paper and copied the symbol provided by Mr. Door.

Katarina, and there seemed to be even more terrifying hunters that would follow her wake. It was very difficult for her to find the blood of Beyonders of different pathways that quickly,

many guards, there were still precautions inside. It wasn’t something that a Sequence 4 could quickly force their way through and cause damage. That

even his messenger was at the level of an angel. The strength of the organization behind him was obvious, so they had the ability

she had to find assistance from someone with the ability

black-haired, black-coated Trissy slowly walked down in the cold and lonely road. On

a little indignation,

lucky. At least I’ll avenge

I die, apart from those who hate me, no one will remember

Messenger, Klein sat on

fog to divine the authenticity of Mr. Door’s method, he subconsciously thought about

symbol behind Miss Magician’s chair… I can use my own for Seer… For Apprentice, I can find Miss Magician, and also give her some pressure to write… There are three choices for the

and send a mosquito to bite Hazel; obtain it from Vice