Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1335

Chapter 1335 “I“

I’m sitting on the chair in a police station, looking at the mouths of two men in black-and-white checkered uniforms opposite me. It’s like they’re talking about something.

The man on the left has a cold expression on his face, as if he has been through too many unfortunate events. The man on the right is a little inexperienced, and there’s a hint of pity in his eyes.

I don’t feel any pain, nor did I regret delivering that final stab. At that moment, I even felt that I had been liberated. The warm blood that sprayed on my body was like salvation from a god.

I only regret my fervent pursuit of money in my youth. I had sacrificed my dignity, my body, and my freedom.

Over the past few days at the police station, I’ve had enough peace and quiet. I had the opportunity to ponder this question at a deeper level, far deeper than whatever that I’ve been thinking about over the years:

Me having a weak will and being immature were the source of the mistakes I made. But they weren’t the only reason.

Ever since I was a child, all the education I received told me that working and striving hard is for that big house, those full floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of light, to have more than three servants, a lawn and garden that I can call my own, silver-plated or even gold-plated cutlery, be able to host a banquet filled with delicacies, run balls that were filled with melodious music, etc.

The newspapers and magazines I’d read also told me over and over again that only those that showed a sufficient level of decency can be called middle-class. They are the true pillars of support for this kingdom. They are people of high-class, excellence, zero mediocrity, and integrity, while having compassion and knowledge.

At the same time, they also told me what decency was. It’s wearing a beautiful dress, matching expensive skincare products, cosmetics, and exquisite fashion handbags for different occasions. It was to attend concerts, high tea, and gatherings filled with class.

And all of this translated means gold pounds, gold pounds, and gold pounds.

I have to admit that pursuing a better life is instinctual for everyone. However, when the influences on a girl tells her in every aspect that, when the mainstream views of society are all about appearance, exquisiteness, and elegance, it’s very difficult to not have her thoughts become influenced.

I don’t know what this phenomenon is called. I only know that if all of this can’t be changed, then a tragedy like mine will continue happening, happening more and more often.

When that happens, someone would definitely curse.

“Look at these gold-digging women, selling out their souls!”

Subconsciously, I turn around and see the beautiful and bustling world outside. I see the bright red blood flowing in this world.

“Miss Tracey, are you listening to us?” A voice distracts my thoughts, coming from the slightly inexperienced policeman.

I grin at him, not telling him I’m thinking about some philosophical questions.

What a joke. A gold digger who sold her soul is actually thinking of such inane matters when she’s being interrogated by the police.

The policeman nods and says to me, “Miss Tracey, you’ll be put on trial soon. We’ll arrange a lawyer for you.

sorry, We didn’t manage to retain the witness. Just having his testimony isn’t in your

okay,” I say quietly

the crimes I have committed. I only hope that I can restart

and curl the corners of my lips. I say to the two officers, “Can you borrow a few books from the library for

of Sociology and

that moment, I see the two police officers in a daze, and

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mottled table

she finishes, I look around and hoarsely say, “This is a

can sense Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice looking over with a hint of speculation in

can almost guess what

And they are already long aware from the talks in the Tarot Gatherings that the existence of a Sequence 0 true god makes it impossible for a Sequence 1

prepared an explanation. It is to let

may have already made the connection to the Kings of Angels, or perhaps they believe that

…

who is lost in thought, and I ask after some deliberation, “Miss Tracey, where do your

whose soul no longer belongs here replies with an ethereal

lower my head

you have

turns to look out the window and answers casually,

my colleague and raise my

you listening

me retracts her distant gaze

about. She’s so quiet like a flower blooming alone

poems. My brother told me that reading

brought mostly mockery. All

trial, I see a faint smile on her face as she pleads us to borrow a few books from the library—ones that I believe are difficult

the names of the book

the case and prepare to pay a visit

…

in my chair and listen to The Moon Emlyn describe

dream has been confirmed to have not originated from the Earth

suspicion at The Moon, towards a state prior to being corrupted by the Mother Goddess of

not held back by modesty.

pursuing something. To a certain extent, it can interfere with your fate. Secondly, this dreamscape hopes that you can interpret it deeply and

The action needed for the first two possibilities are the same: don’t think about it, don’t investigate. There’s no

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