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.

at the identification in his hand

It

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

Pacheco laughed.

depends on how

irritated, but as a typical Loen gentleman, he knew that the other party was

course, one of the reasons included the other party being one of the

silent as the hotel owner and the attendant returned to

the identification document in Pacheco's hands and matching it to the face, the hotel owner took out

would

just a small problem." Pacheco gave him some

his hand and tapped

pushed the door

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

only use an exclamation to

the envelope not stained with blood

that the furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and there were no obvious wrinkles on the carpet. It stood in contrast with

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

all the best-selling authors, the one

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

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

thoughts, Pacheco put on a pair

Lavender Castle pattern

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

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

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

a set of strict rules, replenishing the number of letters to a set number every time a customer