Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1193 Heading East

Dark Angel Sasrir might very well be the negative personality that’s expelled from the ancient sun god… Mr. Door was once the most powerful King of Angels… The Abraham family also possesses at least two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts that’s at the level of an angel of the Apprentice pathway… The underlying rules of this world are chaos and madness… Pieces of mysticism knowledge resonated in Cattleya’s mind, causing her to feel weighed down in addition to her shock.

If it wasn’t for the Tarot Club, Mr. Fool’s protection, and The World Gehrman Sparrow’s help, she believed that it wouldn’t be easy for her to obtain such knowledge. She definitely had to take a tremendous risk in exchange. If she wasn’t careful, she would attract the attention of certain high-level existences, or be embroiled in madness and pain.

“Thank you for your advance payment. This will greatly help me digest the potion.” Cattleya opened her eyes and thanked him sincerely.

According to her original plan, she believed that she would be able to gain some mysticism knowledge after meeting Queen Mystic. With Gehrman Sparrow’s current advance payment, her Mysticologist potion would most likely be completely digested. Unfortunately, a few days before she arrived in Backlund, Queen Mystic Bernadette had left the city to trace a lead. This left Cattleya extremely disappointed.

Upon hearing Ma’am Hermit’s words, Klein, who was pretending to be The World, laughed hoarsely.

“A price is exacted for what’s bestowed.”

As his voice echoed, he nodded at the two ladies—Justice and The Magician—indicating that he was also directing those words at them.

After the private gathering ended and the members left Sefirah Castle one by one, Klein stood up and walked back to the seat of honor from the bottom end of the long, mottled table, to the seat belonging to The Fool.

He leaned back into his chair and propped his elbow on the armrest as the void beside him rippled and formed halos.

These were prayer lights that came from puppets controlled by a historical projection that Klein had summoned. They had existed before the gathering, but the corresponding area had been hidden from the rest, so no one could sense it. It was only now restored to normal.

He cast his gaze at the rippling light and expanded his vision into the distance.

In the real world, a dark mountain stood erect. There was a mountain hole at the mountainside that extended downwards.

This was once a place that hid many humans who had survived the Cataclysm, but they were later turned into Dark Demonic Wolf Kotar’s marionettes.

During this period of time, Klein kept tracing the clues and found three spots where the Dark Demonic Wolff had hidden “Himself.” However, Klein didn’t gain much from them.

The reason was simple. Just like now, there was a rock in the cave. On it sat a young man wearing a classic black robe, a pointed hat, a broad forehead, and a thin face—Amon.

This Angel of Time seemed to sense the gaze from Sefirah Castle as “He” raised “His” head and adjusted “His” crystal monocle. The corners of “His” mouth curled up slightly.

“…” Klein retracted his gaze, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he muttered, “What a haunting presence… It’s not like this fellow doesn’t understand the Dark Demonic Wolf’s past. Is there a need for him to destroy all the clues I need? Furthermore, ‘He’ only comes slightly earlier than me every single time…”

it wasn’t because he wasn’t Amon’s match, he really wanted to hang “Him” up and beat

Klein exhaled and immediately

the historical projection and, without looking back, he left the mountain and ventured deep into the

about the Dark Demonic Wolf, Kotar, from the Evernight Goddess. He was well aware of the character, styles, and

more than two thousand years. The Dark Demonic Wolf had escaped the Evernight Goddess’s attention for a sufficiently long period of time, so it was very likely that some abnormalities and changes in character would occur. If he made a plan following the intelligence provided by the

the chances of the Dark Demonic Wolf transforming isn’t low… Perhaps it has even turned abnormal or half-mad

Demonic Wolf” could actually be switched to “Klein Moretti” or “Zhou Mingrui” ad verbatim.

that he was trying to fool Amon, making it difficult for “Him” to guess that he had already

mind, so as to adjust his mental state that was overly stressed.

bloodthirsty, crazy… “His” most important personality appears to not have changed; ever so suspicious. “He” doesn’t even trust “His” own marionettes. Once “He” decides to migrate, “He” would leave all the marionettes that “He” had

raised his right hand and

adjusted the direction he was heading in and walked towards where his

That was the east.

hand cast a lonely shadow. His trench coat was almost the same color as the

…

inside the Hall family’s

in front of the dressing table and began to seriously consider

process, she suddenly

monitor the thoughts of the participants,

the flames to “jump” secretly. It would be fine if it was late at night, but if she wanted to use dreams as a springboard, she could only rely on her feet during

so many powerhouses in Backlund, so there’s no lack of existences that can see through my “Psychological Invisibility”… Similarly, in my dragon form, I can fly, but that’s just too eye-catching… Currently, I can only let my

no wonder the full name is half-human, half-god. Those terrifying Beyonder powers are the godly side of things, while these are the human side of things… Audrey gave a self-deprecating laugh and reined in her

…

Backlund, Hillston Borough.

beside the fireplace, Fors opened a book that was propped on her thigh as a platform for her to

horizontal lines on the paper and the tarot cards that were scattered on the ground for a

to lie to your teacher? No, everything you write will be the truth… You don’t want to set up your teacher?” Xio walked over, crouched down, and looked up into

Fors shook her head.

not because of

that this is a good thing

I keep feeling that our destinies will change after writing this

when she heard that. She didn’t quite understand what her good

had

like people standing beside a torrent. We could have watched everything go by safely,