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.

witness. Just

I say

crimes I have committed. I only hope

lips. I say to the two officers, “Can you

of

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

…

far end of the mottled

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

Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice looking over

I can almost

that this is The World Gehrman Sparrow’s Sequence 1 ritual. And they are already long aware from the talks in the Tarot Gatherings that

to let them think about the ancient

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

…

is lost in thought, and I ask after some deliberation, “Miss Tracey,

away…” the beautiful lady whose soul no longer belongs here replies

lower my head and record

you have

to look out the window

exchange looks with my colleague

you listening

retracts her distant gaze and

know what she’s thinking about. She’s so quiet like

brother told me that reading poems makes me

have only brought mostly

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

and the names of the book combine

room, I pack up the materials for the case

…

back in my chair and listen to The Moon Emlyn describe his

this dream has been confirmed to have not originated

The Moon, towards a state prior to being corrupted by the Mother Goddess of Depravity… I’m nearly amused by my

not held back by modesty. I frankly reveal

To a certain extent, it can interfere with your fate. Secondly, this dreamscape hopes that you can interpret it deeply and understand it. Then, through this, corrupt you in an indiscernible manner. Thirdly, you are too worried about

the first two possibilities

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