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 his testimony isn’t

say

defend myself, and repent for the crimes

the two officers, “Can you borrow a few books from the library for me while I wait to go

‘Phenomena of

two police officers in

…

at the far end of the mottled table and hear Miss Judgment describe the Utopia

look around and

Miss Judgment’s gaze freeze. I can sense Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice looking over

can

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

explanation. It is to let them think about the ancient sun god and

any questions. They may have already made the connection to the Kings of Angels, or perhaps they believe that the ritual

…

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

whose soul no longer

my head and record

you have any

lady turns to look out the

exchange looks with my

you listening

me retracts her distant

She’s so

anthology of poems. My brother told me that

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

lady opposite me about the trial, I see a faint smile on her face as she pleads us to borrow a few books

and the names of the book combine

case and prepare to pay a visit

…

and listen to The Moon Emlyn describe his

confirmed to have not originated from the Earth

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

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

and pursuing something. 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

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

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