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.

to retain the witness. Just having

okay,” I say quietly to

my best to defend myself, and repent for the crimes I have committed. I only hope that I can restart

think for a moment and curl the corners of my lips. I say to the two officers, “Can you borrow a

‘Phenomena of

police officers in a daze, and

…

of the mottled table and

I look around and hoarsely say, “This is

Man and Miss Justice looking over with a hint of speculation in their

I can almost guess

Sequence 1 ritual. And they are already long aware from the talks in the Tarot Gatherings that

explanation. It is to let them

questions. They may have already made the connection to the Kings of Angels, or

…

lost in thought, and I ask after some

lady whose soul no longer belongs here replies

my head and record

have

look out the window and answers casually,

exchange looks with my colleague and

you listening

retracts her distant gaze and

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

comes from an anthology of poems. My brother told me that reading poems makes me

now, the poems have only brought mostly mockery. All of

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

the book combine

case and prepare to pay a

…

lean back in my chair and listen to The Moon Emlyn

has been confirmed to

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

I’m not held back by modesty. I frankly

this dreamscape is trying to bait you into exploring and pursuing something. To a certain extent, it can interfere with your fate. Secondly, this dreamscape hopes that you can interpret it deeply

action needed for the first two possibilities are the same: don’t think about it, don’t

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