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.

the letters and completed the long contemplations that resembled

at the letters that had been stacked on the table and

of paper, a fountain pen, and some ink that he could

me recall who I am and who you are. I also remember many

It also makes me understand

your faith in life, and the heavy responsibility that

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

guardian. You

pursue the past and witness the

write to tell you about the interesting things that I’ve encountered, the interesting traditions,

think I should be able to send these letters to

of the golden pen reflected the sunlight as it rustled on the white piece of paper,

…

solarium of a terrace

girl who was clearly less than

Melissa, why here?” the little girl asked, puzzled. “All the stories I heard had mysterious rituals

up, the bespectacled Melissa smiled and

been set up and

girl tilted her head to look at the bright sunshine outside the window. “Do we need to

need. It’s pretty good this way.” After Melissa answered, she smiled at the little girl while she awkwardly mimicked her usual method of holding rituals in a

instruct her from time to time and even personally help her to complete the pre-ritual

deep breath as

girl tried her best to

the candle flames on the altar for a few seconds before slowly reciting

Pool that dun pelong to diz ela…” The little girl had never learned ancient Hermes before. Although she tried