Lord of the Mysteries

After seeing the lady disappear for a few seconds, Pacheco turned his head and said to Barton, “Let’s go back to the foundation.”

“Aren’t we going to the suburbs?” Barton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco said with a smile, “Didn’t you already give the bottle away?

“We no longer have a reason to go to the suburbs.

“Perhaps his true aim was for us to hand the bottle to the lady of the Tamara family. What he said before were all lies.

“Of course, this has nothing to do with us. Next, there is no innocent party among them, so it doesn’t matter who dies. All we need to do is perform a certain amount of surveillance to prevent their battle from affecting ordinary people. This will be handled by the police, not by the foundation or the Compliance Department.”

Vernal doesn’t look like he’s capable of this kind of devious plot… Barton mumbled. He didn’t ask further and turned to walk out the door.

Frankly speaking, returning to the foundation was the answer he wanted to hear the most.

It was just a spur of the moment when he asked if they were heading to the suburbs. It was an old habit he hadn’t overcome for many years.

After returning to the foundation, Barton spent the rest of the day feeling rather uneasy. He went through the menial, repetitive routine until evening came.

I originally felt that life was too boring, but I now realize that a monotonous life is so precious. Sigh, I only hope that nothing unexpected happens like in the afternoon… May the Lord bless me… Barton stopped at his doorstep, stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and gently struck his left chest.

After finishing his prayer, he opened the door and entered. He took off his hat, coat, and handed them over to his wife who had come forward.

“What happened to Vernal?” his wife asked carefully.

Barton replied calmly in both tone and expression, “He offended some people and was being followed. The police have taken over this matter.

“In the future, if Vernal visits again, don’t let him in. Remember to send someone to inform the police.”

Barton’s wife heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that the police had intervened.

“Alright.”

After dinner, Barton played with his children for a while before finding an excuse to go to his study and sit near the window.

emotions and walk out of the panic brought about by the incident with

such, Barton took out a cigarette from his drawer and

socialize sometimes, so he prepared a pack of cigarettes at home and

lit the cigarette, and took a deep

chair and watched the smoke coming out

suddenly think of the fog coming out of Vernal’s mouth and

vaguely smelled the

in his study before, so he definitely left

it before, but because he was too nervous and flustered, his attention had been

was also one of the reasons why

from the cigarette

an

pale white gas shrank in a certain direction

normal with an iconic red nose. It

completely shrouded in

shouted,

the study, unable to penetrate the

there’s still some fog left, I’ll be able to come

before, his expression became more and more crazed, and his eyes seemed to

now? This thought subconsciously flashed across

remain calm and

he discovered that his body

laughing and looked into Barton’s eyes. He said word by word, “You didn’t bring that

a rash personality, he knew that he couldn’t answer this question directly. He

changed the topic before

convert to believing in that

loyal believer

a moment before his

even larger world, a much more vast

currently living on is like a grain of sand in

of thousands of years, millions of years, or even tens of millions of

is what the universe

his question only made things worse, Barton fell silent. He thought about whether there were any non-sensitive topics that would garner