Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1394 A New Journey

In a room of an abandoned castle, sunlight shone through the gaps in the thick curtains, illuminating a pitch-black coffin.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin creaked and slowly moved to the side.

With a thud, it fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, Azik Eggers sat up, looking rather lost.

At that moment, he was wearing loose pajamas that had been popular in Loen years ago. He resembled a noble who had woken up in his manor.

After a while, Azik narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked around in confusion as though he didn’t know who he was.

He then saw the brilliant sunlight that penetrated through the cracks and saw the dust dancing in the sunlight. He saw letters scattered on the table, ground, and coffin lid around him.

They were like giant snowflakes that blanketed half the area.

Azik got out of the coffin. With a puzzled expression, he bent down to pick up a letter and began reading.

As he read, the confusion on his face disappeared a little, as if he had remembered many things from the past.

Azik immediately found a chair and sat down, allowing all the letters to fly in front of him to stack up like a mountain.

He opened the letters one by one, reading them one after another. There would be pauses in between as he fell deep in thought as if he was seriously recalling something.

The sunlight that passed through the gap in the curtains gradually dimmed. After a long time, it shone inside again.

finally finished reading all the letters and completed

at the letters that had been stacked on the table

piece of paper, a fountain pen, and some ink

all your letters. They made me recall who I am and who you are. I also remember many memories of the

exciting, have exceeded my imagination. It also makes me understand some of the problems

your faith in life, and the heavy responsibility that

made that choice. If it were me, I might not even be

guardian. You mimicked others until you were

journey to pursue the past and witness the changes in this

doesn’t matter. I’ll write to tell

to send these letters to you

rustled

…

in a solarium

girl who

“All the stories

her hair tied up, the bespectacled Melissa smiled

the altar that had been set up and the unlit candles and said,

little girl tilted her head to look at the bright sunshine

she smiled at the little girl while she awkwardly mimicked her usual method of holding rituals in a clumsy and

would instruct her from time to time

deep breath as her

little girl tried her best to appear

seconds before slowly reciting in ancient Hermes, “The Fool that doesn’t belong

Hermes before.