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.

We didn’t manage to retain the witness. Just

I say quietly to

and repent for the crimes I have

moment and curl the corners of my lips. I say to the two officers, “Can

‘Phenomena of Sociology

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

…

far end of the mottled table and hear Miss Judgment

look around and hoarsely say,

Hanged Man

can almost guess what

from the talks in the Tarot

explanation. It is to let them think about the

no one raises any questions. They may have already made the connection to the Kings of Angels, or perhaps they believe that the ritual involving Utopia is

…

and I ask after some deliberation, “Miss Tracey, where do

already passed away…” the beautiful lady whose soul no longer belongs here replies with an

head and

you have

to look out the window and

exchange looks with my colleague and raise

are you

her distant gaze and smiles at

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

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

now, the poems have only brought mostly mockery. All of the police officers believe that

trial, I see a faint smile on her face as she pleads us to borrow a few

smile and the names of the book combine

I pack up the materials for the case and prepare to pay a visit to the lawyer. It’s something that had

…

in my chair and listen to The

Father Utravsky’s appraisal, this dream has been confirmed to have

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

an experienced Seer, a master at deciphering dreams, I’m not held back by modesty. I frankly reveal

interpret it deeply

third possibility doesn’t need elaborating on. The action needed for the first two possibilities are

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