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 in his

is 100% real. It

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

Pacheco laughed.

depends on how

Loen gentleman, he knew that the other party was unwilling to give him

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

hotel owner and the attendant returned

face, the hotel owner took

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

much. Perhaps it's just a small problem." Pacheco

hope so. May the Goddess bless me." The hotel owner retracted his hand and tapped his chest four

pushed

to the outside world. A

only use an exclamation to express

this can make the envelope not stained with blood have the smell of blood… This thought

was neatly arranged in the room, and there were no obvious wrinkles on

reading popular novels, especially those

best-selling authors, the one he

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

an authoritative tone, saying, "These

a pair of white gloves and walked into the

stack of letters with the Lavender Castle pattern embossed on it. He said to the hotel owner and waiter, "Do you know how many pieces

d-don't replenish them e-every day." The attendant looked

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

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

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