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

100% real. It

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

Pacheco laughed.

how you

Loen gentleman, he knew that the other party was unwilling to give him an answer directly, so he politely shut his

reasons included the other party being one of

of them remained silent as the hotel owner and the

the hotel owner took out his keys and opened the door. He grumbled,

in a murder case, it would definitely affect their image and reputation.

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

me." The hotel owner retracted his hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise

he gently pushed

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

and could only use an exclamation

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

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

fight… A fatal shot? Barton's hobbies included reading popular novels, especially those that mixed murder and love. Therefore, he had a

the best-selling authors, the one

novels was his wife. Barton had once read through

would always use an authoritative tone, saying, "These kinds of novels are shallow

thoughts, Pacheco put on a pair of

desk and picked up the stack of letters with the Lavender Castle pattern embossed on it. He said to the hotel owner and waiter,

replenish them e-every day." The attendant looked

he was trying to say was that after having the guests living in this room rotate out

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

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