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 in

is 100% real. It was

complicated… Barton habitually replied, "I don't care about

Pacheco laughed.

how you view

the other party was

one of the reasons included the other party being one of the deputy directors

two of them remained silent as the hotel owner and the attendant

to the face, the hotel owner took out his keys and

it would definitely

worry too much. Perhaps it's just a

The hotel owner retracted his hand and tapped his chest four times in

he gently pushed the

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

owner noticed this and could only

blood have the smell of blood… This thought

was only then that he noticed that the furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and there were no obvious wrinkles on

shot? Barton's hobbies included reading popular novels, especially

authors, the one he loved

bought Fors Wall's few novels was his wife. Barton had

in front of his wife. He would always use an authoritative tone, saying, "These kinds of novels are shallow and worthless. They're only suitable for killing

a pair of

Castle pattern embossed on it. He said to the

them e-every day." The attendant looked at

trying to say was that after having the guests living in this room rotate out a few times, he had no idea how

head. He said to Barton, who was standing beside him, "That's

they used a set of strict rules, replenishing the number of letters to a set number every time a customer checks out, we could've used this