Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1195 Grade 0

In the region that had been concealed, the Saint of Secrets, Botis, narrowed his eyes slightly as he recognized Leymano’s Travels.

This made him no longer have any doubts about the intel provided by Saint Tenebrous Kisma.

He recognized this notebook and knew that it was a mystical item that the Abraham family placed great importance on. It was one of the most powerful items below the High-Sequences, and the negative effects were negligible.

Heh, back when I was a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, I had yearned for this notebook so much. In the end, the Abraham family was wary of me and didn’t place any importance on my needs at all… Now, have they learned their lesson? This woman shouldn’t be a descendant of the Abraham family. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone around searching for the cursed item of an ancient wraith… Botis muttered inwardly as his expression gradually turned grim, showing hints of a cruel fervor.

After observing his surroundings for a while, he carefully reached into his black robe’s pocket.

The pocket seemed to contain a vast space as Saint of Secrets Botis dragged out a three-layered jewelry box from within.

This jewelry box wasn’t tiny, making it difficult to hold it with one hand. It was mainly silver-black in color, and its surface was covered with exquisite decorations. There were rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds embedded in it, making it look rather luxurious.

As he held the “jewelry box” in his hands, there was a hint of panic and fear in his expression. It was as if he was facing the Abyss or listening to an evil god’s ravings.

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The gathering continued as usual. Fors put away Leymano’s Travels and focused on listening to the participants, as though she was seeking some answers.

During this process, she would occasionally ask questions, using gold pounds and spiritual materials as payment. However, she didn’t receive any effective answers.

Gradually, the Beyonder gathering came to an end. The host arranged for the different participants to leave from different exits.

Soon, only Fors and a few other Beyonders were left in the room.

After receiving the signal of the host, Fors stood up and resisted the urge to stretch herself as she walked towards the side door.

At this moment, she realized that her body had stiffened. Her head could barely turn, but it felt like she was a toy that had its torsion spring wound up.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that the grayish-white walls had turned silvery-black in an instant. They were covered in granules, as though they were made of metal. The remaining participants and the host had their skin lose the luster that it should’ve possessed. Their eyes were dull, their movements mechanical, as though they were large dolls.

at some point in time. The interior of its top layer wasn’t exquisite enough, but

were a few palm-sized puppets sitting or standing, as though they were trying

chin was

had silently become toys. They had been taken into the highest layer of the

the external world was only

bit. With his right hand, he

single breath, he

“jewelry box” was the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that he had snatched from

nor was it ever deeply understood, it

once, when “He” returned to “His” family to rest, he died silently in his palace. His face was filled with fear, and his expression was

that could be considered a subsidiary god in the Second Epoch had actually died silently without causing a stir. The death

“He” left behind combined with “His” corpse, forming the “jewelry box” that was quite different from the other kind of Sealed Artifacts. And back then, Mr. Door, Bethel Abraham, not only didn’t attempt to shatter it and restore it to

Great Old Ones could turn the target’s location into toys and switch locations with its interior. Botis had used this

of the Great Old Ones recorded different locations. Once it was released, the holder and the living beings within its effective range would head directly to the corresponding region. They would then wander around

Old Ones, Botis knew about it but didn’t dare to think about it. It was just like how he usually

of the Great Old Ones, he grabbed the mirror that was embedded in the transparent vortex that was

a Secrets Sorcerer had to use the corresponding “door” or directly remove the “concealment”

because

the area that disappeared returned to the real

didn’t stay any longer. Without even looking at his surroundings,

Old Ones as the colors saturated and overlapped with each other. He traversed the spirit world which was filled with strange creatures towards his designated location. In a few seconds, he walked out of the

the Botis stopped in

eyes narrowed and his eyes instantly turned dark, dotted with countless

cosmos had

the bottom of the sea to rapidly turn incorporeal, causing everything in

the tip of a matchstick

space” was an illusion. He

of this illusion

matchstick was held by a fair-skinned palm, and the owner of the hand was a woman wearing a purple-patterned black robe and a hood. She was sitting on a carriage that

were a bunch

none other than Cattleya, but her appearance,

gained from