Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181 Nois Ancient City

Upon hearing the bishop’s instructions, Leonard was first taken aback before he inwardly sighed.

Mr. Fool’s prophecy was really accurate…

No, it’s not a prophecy. “He” was already aware of everything.

Leonard quickly reined in his thoughts and followed the procedures to get Bishop Saint Anthony to give him an official document. Then, he returned underground and brought two members into Chanis Gate.

After waiting for the Keepers to check the documents, he came to Emlyn White’s room which was illuminated with shining silver candles that were covered with engraved patterns. He opened the heavy stone door with a brass key.

Ghostly blue light entered the cell, “stabbing” Emlyn White’s eyes to the point of him instinctively closing his eyes.

His face was much paler than before, and his body was much thinner. He exuded a feeling that a gust of wind would lift him up at any moment.

Thinking of Mr. Fool’s answer, Emlyn suddenly felt confident in his current situation. Without opening his eyes, he slowly stood up and chuckled.

“I knew you would take the initiative to send me out.”

Would you be disappointed if I said that it was just a routine investigation? Leonard lampooned inwardly and replied without any expression, “I’ll give you thirty seconds. If you don’t leave Chanis Gate within this period, I’ll take it as you voluntarily choosing to stay behind.”

As a slightly more senior Nighthawk and a captain of a Red Gloves team for several months, Leonard had rich experience in dealing with prisoners.

Emlyn’s expression froze. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he ultimately maintained his silence. He walked past Leonard and his two teammates and walked out of Chanis Gate.

Outside, he suddenly shuddered, as if he wanted to purge the chill in his body.

“Once you return, getting some sunlight would fix you up. Oh, the sun is a rare commodity in Backlund’s winter, and you vampires don’t enjoy sunbathing… Aren’t you an Apothecary? You can concoct some medicine from the Sun domain yourself.” Seeing this, Leonard casually reminded him.

hadn’t drunk any spirituality-containing human blood for days. He could only rely on the blood of animals as a substitute. On the other hand, it was because he had stayed behind Chanis Gate for too long. The power of

of his physical and mental condition. He didn’t retort

get some sunlight. As for which days they’ll be, it’ll depend on the

moment before asking again, “Where’s the nearest

do?” Leonard asked in a

Emlyn raised his chin slightly, trying his best not to

like drinking blood… Leonard didn’t call him out. He pointed in one direction and gave him the

returned underground and began to discuss

…

of traveling, Klein finally arrived near the Nois City ruins in the

desolate plain. The dried riverbed left traces of

that was filled with a thin fog, he was in no hurry to get close. Instead, he found

thought, he needed the prayers of the Tarot Club members to stack together, forming a strong

prayer light, Klein used his “true vision” to check the situation of the Nois ruins from afar. He discovered that the thin fog was slowly dissipating, but it couldn’t completely dissipate. On the surface of the city, there wasn’t a single Spirit Body Thread. The people who were dressed in linen robes or animal

exposed, they chose to migrate? As Klein made a guess based on the situation in front of him, he retracted his gaze and looked

ancient Nois City. He didn’t wish to directly encounter a cluster of translucent maggots that twisted into a huge vortex when he leaped into the fog of history, nor did

that Zaratul had laid for him still left Klein feeling a lingering sense of fear. From time to time,

marionette, Enuni, wear a monocle in front of him while his body remained completely immobile. This

the Historical Void was safe, Klein returned to the real world. He stretched out his hand, grabbed, and pulled out his former self. This former self was also wearing a silk half top hat, a black

the illuminated spots in the Historical Void, running

very ingenious “safe house.” This was because, aside from him, no Scholar of Yore could trace back to this

all the way here had required him to expend a lot of his spirituality. He could only stay there for another fifteen minutes at most, and that was only if he didn’t make

in the real world moved forward,

raised his right hand and summoned his original marionette—the cold Earl of The Fallen Qonas

Then, he reached out and

the distance under the dim

he passed through the rotting buildings and passed through the thin fog before

gray

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