Lord of the Mysteries

Great existence… As soon as Barton heard Vernal, certain memories hidden deep within his heart surged out.

This made it difficult for him to contain his fear. His feet unconsciously took a few steps back.

In that the archaeological expedition many years ago, all the nightmares had started with similar descriptions!

Just as Barton’s body trembled and was about to turn around and run away, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, Pacheco Dwayne, brought up a question:

“Since you’ve already sensed the will of that great existence, why didn’t you reconcile with the Fourth Epoch refugees who are pursuing you?”

Vernal’s breathing suddenly became heavier, as if a faint white fog had spewed out.

His voice also became louder.

“Their faith wasn’t accepted with their whole body and mind. They still had some reservations!”

As Vernal spoke, a faint white fog spread out from the half-collapsed house, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Barton seemed to come to a realization, but he wasn’t in the mood to think.

He only wanted to leave this place and escape the danger that was about to erupt.

However, Pacheco was rather calm. He looked at Vernal and asked warmly, “You’ve been visiting Mr. Barton all this while, and writing letters to the foundation. What kind of help do you want us to provide?”

Upon hearing this, Barton was taken aback.

If it were another occasion, he would definitely imagine that Pacheco was asking what kind of legal advice Vernal needed!

At a time like this, didn’t he only have two options? He could either escape and report this to the police, or take out his weapon and fire a bullet at Vernal or smack him in the head with a pole… Barton was full of doubts about Pacheco’s way of handling things.

With faint white fog lingering at the tip of his nose, and with his eyes that were glowing with gray light, Vernal didn’t show any resistance to this kind of exchange. His expression became solemn as he replied in a dignified tone, “Two things:

to the suburbs

Vernal threw a glass bottle with a

be very sturdy. Even when it fell to the ground,

interior was filled with pale white, thin, almost illusory

this deputy director of the

continued, “Secondly, when you are searching for ancient

spoke, he took out a piece

the paper. It was like a tiny water flask that had a candlewick extend

replied in a low voice, one different

was a coincidence?” Then Vernal tossed the piece of paper aside and leaped up high onto the half-collapsed

he nimbly climbed up and jumped, quickly disappearing from

do next…” Barton turned to look at the deputy director of

He realized that Pacheco was still standing

black fur. His muscles swelled up, causing the black

eyes widened as if he wanted to see clearly Pacheco’s current

the abnormality on Pacheco vanished. He let out a long

need to pick them up?” Barton pointed at the bottle

twitched as he said, “You can

to keep

blurted out, “Will the fog in that glass bottle affect

certain about, it’s best to not rashly attempt them.” Pacheco still didn’t give

really tiring to communicate with him… After pondering for a while, Barton took a few steps

two items, his eyes suddenly lit up with a

pair of boots appeared before

the boots was curled up high. The other was similar to

tightened. He suddenly straightened his

a lady

be considered as two dresses. One side was complex, and the other was simple. One

up instinctively. He wanted to tear off her clothes and give her a normal dress and a pair of

male’s desire to harm women. It was purely because of his disgust and repugnant feeling towards such a sense