Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189 Winter Gifts Day

As soon as the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, everything in the Holy Wind Cathedral returned to normal.

In a nearby corner, Klein raised his hand to rub his forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched as he mumbled, “If you don’t want to give it to me, so be it… But why did you kill my marionette…”

He then took a deep breath before his figure rapidly faded away and disappeared. The time limit for maintaining the Historical Void projection was almost over. After all, a Scribe’s imitation of a high-level power had significant differences from the original version. The burden of a Sequence 6 summoning a Sequence 3 was rather heavy. Even if a Scholar of Yore could transfer his consciousness over and reduce the spirituality expenditure, it was impossible for Fors to keep it up for too long.

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In the outskirts of Backlund, downstream of the Tussock River.

Leonard hid his red gloves and slowly walked towards a certain spot.

Suddenly, the slightly-aged voice of Pallez Zoroast rang out in his mind:

“How’s your former colleague been doing recently?”

Thinking back to the conversation at the Tarot Club, Leonard suppressed his voice and said, “He just avoided a trap set up by Amon’s avatar. He’s searching for the truth in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.”

After listening to what he had to say, Pallez Zoroast didn’t say another word and allowed Leonard to proceed forward.

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After setting up the special coordinates, Fors was thrown back into the real world by Gehrman Sparrow’s messenger.

“I feel exhausted, but I just woke up not too long ago… It must be that High-Sequence Beyonder powers are too draining on my spirituality…” Fors covered her mouth and yawned. She looked at Xio with a haggard expression.

“That’s possible.” Xio agreed with her friend’s judgment.

Her intuition told her that the Gehrman Sparrow projection that had been summoned definitely wasn’t simple. It could even be equivalent to a saint.

After some hesitation, Xio said, “Sleep a little longer. Don’t attempt to advance in such a state.

“In one of my previous trials, the murderer was mentally psychotic. He would deliberately make his friends, his students, and the tramps he took in, consume potions in all sorts of negative states, watch them lose control, and mutate into all kinds of monsters—disgusting and terrifying ones.”

was this fellow’s goal?” Fors was stunned

on different people. The other was to use oil paintings to record the corresponding scenes. He believed that the madness, the pain, and the distortion had an unparalleled beauty, one that can stimulate his greatest creative passion.” Xio recalled the trial from back then. She felt

couldn’t help but shudder when she

might’ve had to wait until he completely went mad and lost control, becoming a monster, before this

hateful fellow, but it’s also a very attractive story.” Fors thought for a moment and pressed, “Was he a

Xio rejected her friend’s

sentenced him to death?” Fors asked in

Xio shook her head.

he’s more suited to be a Sealed Artifact

lawyer? You have lawyers at the Paranormal Court? Isn’t it all a direct trial?” Fors asked in

blonde hair and said, “There are some Beyonders from the Lawyer pathway among us who also

pointed to the reclining chair beside the fireplace. “I’ll sleep for a while. Eh, don’t you have

days

didn’t ask further as she walked to the

to three hours later, she woke up and Cogitated for

supplementary ingredients given to her by her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, and concocted a potion

but transparent. It was like half-melted snow water,

guard by the side. She smiled and said,

first. There might still be

nodded. “Maintain this

hesitation, she raised the bottle

up one after another. They blasted around her body and

one of them.

sense of self-awareness. Thankfully, she had her fair share of being tormented recently and had a strong will. Furthermore, from

realized that she had already entered the depths of the spirit world. It was difficult to tell her exact location, and

the help of the four special coordinates, Fors slowly “traversed” back to a familiar spot, leaving the saturated, stacked colors and the thin fog before walking out of the spirit

self-awareness… Teacher is only a Sequence 7, so without any actual

“I’m a Traveler.”

and asked

Hand.’ In addition, the number of demigod-level Beyonder powers I can ‘Record’ has increased to

then raised her hand and pulled out a tarot card from across the room, one

a person with a scepter in his right hand that pointed towards the sky. His left hand pointed to the earth. In front of him were people

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