Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1184 “Record“

There are no Worms of Star at the moment… He wants me to take note of what else the person who’s seeking to purchase a Worm of Star needs… Fors read the letter from her teacher and silently heaved a sigh of relief.

However, when she thought about how she was about to begin hunting the Saint of Secrets, she felt a pang of nervousness. After all, he was a demigod, a saint who had reached Sequence 4 about one or two years ago. It was unknown if he was already at Sequence 3 now.

Although the mastermind behind the operation is Ma’am Hermit, as the bait, I still need to worry about my own safety… Besides, the Aurora Order still has Rose Redemption backing them, as well as angels and a King of Angels… Fors didn’t regret agreeing to Gehrman Sparrow’s request. This was something she had wanted to do in the first place. However, due to the high risk involved, it was inevitable for her to feel flustered and uneasy.

This made her think of another possibility:

If Mr. World could participate in the operation and lead it, I’ll definitely feel less nervous and worried.

It wasn’t that Fors didn’t believe in Ma’am Hermit’s strength and experience, but that the results from The World Gehrman Sparrow were laid bare for all to see. His hunts didn’t include one or two demigods, so having him run the operation would make one feel at ease.

Xio, who was sitting beside the fireplace, glanced at her friend and asked, “Is the hunt about to begin?”

“Yes.” Fors nodded solemnly before saying, “It won’t be too soon. Everyone needs some time to prepare.”

Hunting a demigod wasn’t akin to fox hunting in the suburbs during autumn. Setting off wasn’t as simple as bringing the equipment and gathering friends. This required a precise and meticulous plan. Fors believed that Ma’am Hermit had to come to Backlund personally, or live in another kill box that she had decided on for some time. Only by figuring out the exact situation could she come up with an effective plan.

As for Miss Justice, she was still speeding up the digestion of her Dreamwalker potion. This might take another one to two months or even longer.

For Fors, she could afford to wait. She also wanted to finish digesting her Scribe potion, set up the ritual, and become a Traveler before the actual operation began.

The only thing she wasn’t sure of was whether The World would rush them.

I will try my best to convince him—no, let Miss Justice convince him. That’s what a Spectator is best at… Just as Fors mumbled, she saw Xio turn around and hesitantly say, “The liaison officer from MI9 suggested that I should officially join them today. And they said that, with the new king in place, there are many matters from the past that I don’t need to worry about. People like me and him have the chance to have importance placed on them again.”

Fors listened attentively and said after some deliberation, “That isn’t some sort of investigation that’s targeted at us, right?

“This will likely make them discover that there’s a faction behind you.”

Xio nodded and said, “They believe that I was abandoned after that incident. Also, they suspect that that faction belongs to a Church—the Church of Evernight.”

Xio believed in the Evernight Goddess, so mentioning the Church was undoubtedly referring to the Church of Evernight. However, considering that her good friend was a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, she made an emphasis to prevent any ambiguity.

“Heh heh, that’s what Mr. World told us to disguise ourselves as,” Fors stroked her hair with a relaxed expression and said with a smile.

She then made herself look serious and mature.

is an opportunity for you. ‘Acting’ as a Judge clearly requires the support of the officials. Your current strength

of law, rotate between the different courts, and serve in a criminal court for a few months, your potion should be completely digested. Oh right, I heard that MI9 has a ‘Paranormal Court’ within it, one which specializes

“Once you make enough contributions, you might be able to restore your father’s reputation to a certain extent. Anyway, George III is already

was the eldest son of George III. He had worn the crown as Balam’s emperor and was now the new king of

fell silent for a while before she

give it a

prices are rapidly rising, you definitely get food rations from MI9. You can provide for them!”

entered her bedroom and prayed to Mr. Fool, asking “Him” to forward her

following that, Fors extracted the important points of her teacher’s reply and described her thoughts, hoping that Gehrman Sparrow

her prayers and was about to leave the room, her vision suddenly blurred. She saw a crimson tide surge out of the void, instantly drowning

the ancient palace and was sitting on her usual high-back chair. However, there was no towering figure that was shrouded in gray fog

The World Gehrman Sparrow around the

her thoughts raced suddenly. “Mr. World, I meant, just now, that it’s best if you have some patience. This will make things simpler. It’s actually fine if you don’t. We

out a

not

his ultimate goal had become an angel-level potion formula and Grade 0

heaved a sigh of relief and

wish to digest the

places, I think you still need to record all kinds of Beyonder powers. The

up when she

“Yes… Yes!”

found her attitude highly questionable. She hurriedly and fearfully added, “Is

a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact from Mr. Fool. It corresponds

successfully recording an angel-level Beyonder power was extremely low—nearly impossible. Therefore, Klein didn’t

sat up straight

“Yes.”

next second, she saw The World Gehrman Sparrow raise a white bone scepter covered in blue

light, bolts of lightning leaped out of the void and interwove together, forming a forest of lightning that emitted an aura

body and mind were

the Lightning Storm calmed down, she was stunned

“Again,” Klein calmly replied.

and again in the ancient palace above the gray fog. After an unknown period of time, Fors exhaled and leaned back in her chair. She couldn’t hide her

had finally “Recorded” Lightning

she heard The World say without

long, mottled table extend his right hand and grab at the grayish-white fog. Out of nowhere, he took out

Fors tried hard to make

Scribe potion to a certain extent, the godhood powers that she

Miss Magician and said, “Record