Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1297 “Forest“ of Miracles

Boom!

The Red Gloves captain, Eric, shivered involuntarily as he saw Merlin Hermes, who claimed to be a wandering magician, explode behind the telescope.

However, there was no splattering blood or flesh. The shredded limbs disappeared into the air like soap bubbles.

“…” Eric and his team members, who looked over due to the commotion, were stunned. They didn’t understand the reason behind such a sudden sequence of events.

A second later, Eric said in a deep voice, “Retreat!”

He wanted to evacuate his team before the danger truly spread.

At this moment, another figure walked in from the open door of Unit 403. It was none other than Merlin Hermes who had just exploded.

This wandering Magician was wearing a tall hat and a long black robe. As if nothing had happened, he spoke to Eric and his team members:

“The root of the problem really is from that telescope.”

As he spoke, Klein walked to the balcony and tapped the telescope with his right hand.

Another bang rang out as the telescope suddenly shattered into metallic points of light that emitted a foul stench of bluish-black gas.

The moment the grayish-white fog appeared, the stench vanished and the room returned to normal.

…What exactly happened? Eric forced himself to forget about the other party’s death and asked cautiously.

As a captain of the Red Gloves who was rather experienced, he had some guesses about the truth of the matter. The main goal of asking was to seek confirmation.

Klein smiled and said, “Simply put, the telescope mutated for some reason, causing the owner of the room to see something that he shouldn’t have seen.

“If you want to understand more details, you can only search for clues yourself. I’m not too sure either.”

Eric nodded slightly and cast his gaze at his team members, signaling them to continue their investigation.

After a series of work, Eric said to Merlin Hermes, “There aren’t many clues left in the room. We can only confirm a few things:

“One, John is a local resident, and he served in the military during the war. It seems that he had some mental problems as a result. Two, he had been an amateur astronomer. At the end of the war, he joined an academic organization known as the Celestial Research Association, but we didn’t obtain any information about this organization. Three, John was seeking the way to see the true cosmos.”

Upon mentioning the word “cosmos,” Eric paused slightly, as though he had received a warning from the upper echelons of the Church of Evernight.

He joined an organization known as the Celestial Research Association after the war ended… Sought the way to see the true cosmos… Klein combined this knowledge with his “experience” and had a certain level of confidence in the matter. He nodded and said, “You should know that the cosmos means danger. You can’t even try to understand it.”

“We will report this case to the archbishop as soon as possible and classify the Celestial Research Association as a dangerous organization,” Eric said as if speaking to a Nighthawk superior who wasn’t directly in charge of him.

walked to the

does have an irreversible

of its support. As for the Evernight Goddess, “She” has yet to fully gain control of the corresponding Uniquenesses. As for becoming a Great Old One, who knows

that pointed to the different Outer Deities or Cosmos would appear secretly in Loen. If he allowed them to spread their faith and attempt

Unit 403. His figure blurred, turning transparent until he

long since moved in, picked up the coffee in front of him

was still early, he went out once again and took a carriage to the outskirts of the coastal Constant

was a cemetery. The stone tablets stood erect

walked through the cemetery and found a tombstone with the

name on

“Welch McGovern.”

he had bought the Antigonus family’s notebook, he had mysteriously died in Tingen. This

Constant City. He had spent money to bring his son’s corpse

a few seconds. He bent down and placed the bouquet of white

in his tracks. Twenty to thirty seconds later, an old

recognized him and knew that he was Welch’s father. He was the Midseashire County banker who had once invited him and his schoolmates to a

very energetic middle-aged gentleman, but now, his hair was half white. There were many wrinkles on his eyes,

you?” Welch’s father looked at the stranger in front of the grave. He asked, puzzled

Welch’s friend.

a deep voice, “He’s a very sociable person. I only know a number

hadn’t invited Klein to the funeral and

anything you need help with? Or do you have any wishes that you wish to

father looked around and

you allow all the dead here to stand up

different from what you

Constant to return to its original

Klein’s reply, he sighed and continued, “There’s no need to provide any help. I can achieve what

to his son’s tombstone. He bent down and put down the

his back and muttered to

around

…

a bar with a style

thick jacket carried his beer and walked to a wooden board beside the bar counter. He tried to find a part-time job on the notices

he saw

a reporter. I want to gather all kinds of stories from different people. It’s best if you had personally experienced it yourself. The remuneration

“Merlin Hermes.”

subconsciously frowned. He felt that this request was too strange, like it was

on it?” A thin man who was sitting beside the wooden board took the opportunity to

literate. Even if they wanted to find a job, or accept the corresponding commissions, most people were unable to understand the notices on the wooden board, and the bartender

Loenese

he made a

indicating that he understood Loenese. He pointed at Merlin Hermes’ request and said, “Is