Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1204

Chapter 1204 Putting Life and Death Aside

Fors wasn’t surprised by Mr. World’s request. She nervously replied, “Al-alright.

“What kind of deal is it exactly?”

During this period of time, she had communicated with her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, several times. Under Miss Justice’s guidance, she had laid quite a lot of foundation for the impending request.

The World Klein laughed hoarsely.

“You don’t have to tell him what I want for now. Just lay out my chips for him and see if he’s interested.”

“Your bargaining chip is still the promise to break the Abraham family’s curse?” Fors cautiously sought confirmation.

Klein nodded and pointed at 0-61 on the long mottled table.

“It can also be this Box of the Great Old Ones.”

An item used to exchange for a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact can’t be simple… Be it Justice Audrey or The Hermit Cattleya, both of them suddenly had such a realization.

However, Fors paid more attention to the promise of breaking the curse. This was because she had experienced it herself and knew how tragic her teacher’s family was.

She replied solemnly without hesitation, “Alright.”

…

Backlund, West Borough, in the basement of a house.

Saint Tenebrous, who was hidden in the shadows, suddenly grew out of the darkness.

He turned his head as if he was listening to something. The muscles on his cheeks began to twitch. It wasn’t just one chunk of flesh, but bits. Not only were they not connected to each other, but they were also interfering with each other. It looked extremely odd.

In seconds, Kisma wore an extremely painful expression as his skin tore apart, as flesh and blood beneath squirmed, mixed with a deep black.

With a thud, he fell to the ground and prostrated himself before the altar, vomiting out large amounts of organs and shimmering light.

Saint Tenebrous’s head was pressed tightly against the ground as he muttered crazily, “Botis actually died…

“A Secrets Sorcerer who wields a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact died just like that…

“There’s a tarot card, The Hermit…

“The two enemies that attacked were saints. One was a Mysticologist, while the other was a Manipulator…

“The organization that believes in The Fool and uses tarot cards as their codenames…

“Gehrman Sparrow… Azik Eggers…

“…”

murmur, Saint Tenebrous Kisma cried, feeling both vexed and

I

…

an apartment’s room

Abraham had received a letter

confirmed that there were no issues. After confirming that there were no abnormal signs, he took out the letter with the help of a letter

the

Botis, and obtained the items on his

scanning through the letter quickly, but he ended up stuck on this sentence. He read it a few times and forgot to continue

knew how strong and powerful Botis was. He also knew very well how terrifying

told him in a very calm tone that Botis had already been taken

the only things that echoed in Dorian’s mind were thoughts of: “impossible,” “a lie,” and

absolute upper echelons and extremely important members. How

bobbed up and down as he forcefully focused and continued reading

Box of the Great Old Ones. I believe you

eyelids twitched a few times. He felt that the letter in his hand was as heavy

the Great Old Ones. This was a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact of the Abraham family,

imagination. On the other hand, he felt that there was a possibility that it wasn’t impossible. Perhaps the one who really killed Botis was actually the Box of the Great Old

how dangerous that Grade 0 Sealed Artifact

he finally noticed a

time Fors had indicated that she had

it, but he hadn’t called

and eagerly read the

willing to use the Box of

skipped over the Box of the Great Old Ones

the family’s curse. It was both a sorrowful and helpless matter—a glimmer of hope that was

person who caused the descendants of

was like a cruel joke from

nor did he know how to describe his complicated feelings. However, he couldn’t help but

path with very slim hope, but for the Abraham family, it was enough, because a light had

Dorian folded the letter

Such goodwill

he fell into silence again. His expression was gloomy

Gong!

sound of the wall clock rang punctually, snapping Dorian out of his

expression gradually became solemn, and he finally

felt much more relaxed. He

and heading out to the steam locomotive

not to hide, but to make

planned on handing all his family’s items and potion formulas to one of the family members who was staying there before returning to Pritz Harbor. With

the time came, he would consume a type of medicine in advance to allow himself to suffer a powerful curse that rooted itself in his Spirit Body. He would have to regularly consume another type of medicine to maintain his life. This way, even if he was controlled and unable to commit suicide, he would quickly die because he had no chance to take the medicine. With his Spirit

had

his life for

…

Backlund,

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