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.

identification in

is 100% real. It was obtained

Barton habitually replied, "I don't care about its authenticity. I just

Pacheco laughed.

depends on how you

knew that the other party was unwilling to give him an answer directly,

party being one of the

two of them remained silent as the hotel owner and

matching it to the face, the hotel owner took out his keys and opened the door. He grumbled, "How did something happen?

would definitely affect their image and reputation. They might even go

much. Perhaps it's just a small

May the Goddess bless me." The hotel owner retracted his hand and

pushed the

that moment, the interior of the room seemed to connect to the outside world. A faint

owner noticed this and could only use an exclamation

like this can make the envelope not stained with blood

then that he noticed that the furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and there were

seem like there was a fight… A fatal shot? Barton's hobbies included reading popular novels, especially those that

one he loved the most was undoubtedly Fors

novels was his wife. Barton had once read through one of them and ended up being

front of his wife. He would always use an authoritative tone, saying, "These kinds of novels are shallow and

Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and walked into 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

them e-every day." The attendant looked

was that after having the guests living in this room rotate out a few times, he

and shook his head. He said to Barton, who was standing beside him, "That's why this world

number of letters to a set number every time a customer checks out, we could've