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.

the identification

100% real. It

sound so complicated… Barton habitually replied, "I don't care about its authenticity. I just want to know if you're

Pacheco laughed.

depends on how

knew that the other

one of the reasons included the other party being

hotel owner and

in Pacheco's hands and matching it to the face, the hotel owner took out his keys and opened the door. He grumbled, "How

in a murder case, it would definitely affect their

Perhaps it's just a

his hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion, outlining

pushed the

room seemed to connect to the outside world.

this and could only use an exclamation to express his disappointment

with blood have the smell of

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

didn't seem like there was a fight… A fatal shot? Barton's hobbies included reading popular novels, especially those that mixed murder and love. Therefore, he

all the best-selling authors, the one he loved the most was undoubtedly

Wall's few novels was his wife. Barton had once read through one of them and ended up being engrossed

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

pair of white gloves and

area, this experienced solicitor walked to the desk and picked up the stack of letters with the Lavender Castle pattern embossed on

them e-every day." The attendant looked at his

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

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

used a set of strict rules, replenishing the number of letters to a set number every time a customer checks out, we