Lord of the Mysteries

Tamara… Barton ruminated over the name and wondered what it meant.

He was no longer the same person who realized that he could hear sounds that others couldn't. He didn't look around in panic, hoping to find someone who was hiding and speaking in a dark corner. There were no signs of him constantly being prepared to grab a wooden pole and rushing over to strike the person. He stood on the spot calmly, observing the reaction of the deputy director of the Compliance Department, Pacheco.

Pacheco glanced at him and said, "Have you done any research in the history of the Fourth Epoch?"

"A little," Barton replied modestly.

At this moment, he didn't pretend that he didn't know anything about the history of the Fourth Epoch. Firstly, his character didn't allow for that. Secondly, his position was a direct result of his academic background in history. If he had any major flaws in this field, he might be fired by the foundation tomorrow.

Pacheco looked at the door and said, "Have you heard of the name Tamara before?"

"I've heard of it." Barton instinctively turned his head to glance at Pacheco. "In the little-known history of the Fourth Epoch, the name 'Tamara' has appeared several times, and its frequency is only second to Tudor, Solomon, and Trunsoest. From this, it can be determined that this represents a great noble of some empire in the Fourth Epoch."

After saying this, Barton paused and said, "Vernal recently discovered some ruins from the Fourth Epoch."

As the hotel waiter was by his side, he didn't directly mention that the name "Tamara" might have something to do with the current abnormality Vernal was facing.

Pacheco didn't respond. He turned to the hotel attendant and said, "I'm a police officer in charge of a criminal investigation. I suspect that the tenant in this room has encountered some misfortune. Please open the door immediately."

As he spoke, he took out an identification document and showed it to the other party.

The hotel attendant was shocked and looked at the identification carefully.

"Okay, okay. I'll get the keys!"

As he spoke, he turned around and ran towards the staircase.

"You're a policeman?" Barton, who was watching from the sidelines, blurted out in shock.

looked down at the identification

100% real. It was obtained through legal

need to make it sound so complicated… Barton habitually replied, "I don't care about its authenticity. I just

Pacheco laughed.

how

left Barton rather irritated, but as a typical Loen gentleman, he knew that the other party was unwilling

other party being

the hotel owner and the attendant

hands and matching it to the face, the hotel owner took out his keys and

high-end hotel was involved in a murder case, it would definitely

worry too much. Perhaps it's just a small

owner retracted his hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise

gently pushed

seemed to connect to the outside world. A faint smell of blood filled the

hotel owner noticed this and could only use an exclamation to express

the envelope not stained with blood have the smell of blood… This

in the room, and there were no obvious wrinkles on the carpet. It stood in contrast with the smell of

popular novels, especially those that mixed murder and love. Therefore,

all the best-selling authors, the one

wife. Barton had

authoritative tone, saying, "These

thoughts, Pacheco put on a pair of

surveying the area, this experienced solicitor walked to the desk and picked up the stack of letters with the Lavender Castle pattern embossed on it. He said to the hotel owner and waiter,

replenish them e-every day." The

to say was that after having the guests living in this room rotate out a few

who was standing beside him, "That's why this world needs order

letters to a set number