Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1188

Chapter 1188 Thick-Skinned

Summon his messenger… As Judgment of the Tarot Club, as a member of MI9, Xio understood what a messenger meant. Furthermore, she knew that the middle ranks of the Numinous Episcopate widely used messengers.

Before she could ask for more details, she saw Fors walk towards the guest room on the first floor with her eyes vacant and footsteps listless. She said with an ethereal voice, “Let me sleep for a while. We can talk later.”

She slept all the way till the next morning, waking up thanks to the aroma of meat.

Desi pie? Fors rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room. She saw that the table was already filled with food.

“Yes.” Xio came out of the bathroom. “The one from the corner of the street. It’s not bad.”

Fors enthusiastically acknowledged and sat beside the dining table. She quickly picked up the Desi pie and stuffed it into her mouth.

After finishing one, she drank a mouthful of sweet iced tea and sighed in satisfaction.

This is life!

Oh no, I forgot to brush my teeth…

After she was done washing up, she finally regained her ability to think. She looked at Xio in puzzlement and said, “Did MI9 not have any suspicions about how you secretly became a Judge?”

“They thought it was the remuneration that motivated me back then,” Xio informed her of what she had learned.

Fors stroked her hair and said with a smile, “That’s true. Let them ask the Church of Evernight.”

She covered her mouth and yawned.

“I’m going to summon that messenger.”

After this period of “Recording,” the way she addressed Klein had changed from Gehrman Sparrow and Mr. World to “that person.”

On the one hand, it was a form of respect, and on the other hand, she was afraid that someone would eavesdrop.

Upon hearing her friend’s words, Xio looked around and asked in confusion, “Aren’t you going to set up the ritual?”

She remembered that summoning a messenger required a ritual.

“That’s only one of the methods. That person got me to use another method.” Fors glanced at her clothes and realized that her clothes were all wrinkled since she hadn’t had the time to change her clothes last night.

messenger later, she decided to pay attention to her image. She hurriedly returned to the bedroom on the second floor and changed into a beige dress

herself, she raised her right hand in front of Xio, and she grabbed

eyes, an illusory book took form. It quickly flipped and stopped at

second, her arm sank and a figure emerged from

who was wearing a half top hat and a black coat. He had a cold expression and an unyielding air, but his eyes appeared somewhat

Fors’s eyes widened as

so she wasn’t too nervous. Instead, she held her breath and looked warily at Gehrman Sparrow’s projection. She couldn’t

the combat achievements of this

has actually summoned Gehrman Sparrow? Shouldn’t it be his messenger? Would Gehrman Sparrow still be able to

slightly as his gaze instantly turned focused.

an

surroundings

red eyes in her hands walked out of the

nodded slightly and pointed at

special coordinates deep in the spirit world. Please

One of the heads of Reinette Tinekerr

As he approached the window, he made the glove on his left hand become

as he “Teleported” out of the

Historical Void projection I summoned left just like that?

summoned should be under her control. How

person… No, it’s as if Gehrman Sparrow himself had descended… Fors glanced at Xio and realized that she

though an

her head and realized that Gehrman Sparrow’s messenger was looking at her with eight red

forced a smile and said, “…Sorry to trouble

moment, Reinette Tinekerr’s four blonde, red-eyed heads spoke one

“To pay…” “Eight hundred…”

agape once again, at a loss for a

few seconds, her thoughts suddenly became active as she began to

have been quite high, but the royalties from my past novels are

immediately agreed, but she immediately

coins, all

four heads

“Yes…” “You…” “Can…” “Owe…”

messenger? The relationship between him and his messenger is really complicated… Uh, Mr. World should still have quite a few

the heads in her hand to bite down on her clothes

saturated and brighter—the reds became redder, the blacks became blacker, and

Reinette Tinekerr through similar scenes that she had no way of getting her bearings right. It didn’t

the depths of the fog, one eye after another seemed to look over, but

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