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.

a private space to completely calm his emotions and walk out of the panic brought about by the

a cigarette from his drawer

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

the

in his chair and watched the smoke coming

in all directions, making Barton suddenly think of the fog coming out of Vernal’s mouth and

vaguely smelled the faint scent

wasn’t a very strange discovery. After all, Vernal had stayed in his study before, so he definitely left some traces behind. Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to

didn’t smell it before, but because he was too nervous and flustered, his attention had been focused on the whereabouts of

very faint. It was also one of the reasons why

from the cigarette spread, Barton suddenly narrowed

had an ominous

an instant, the pale white gas shrank in a certain direction with the smell

was normal with an iconic red nose. It was none other than the archaeologist,

completely shrouded in air, like a monster

Barton shouted, almost

the study,

still some fog left, I’ll

expression became more and more crazed, and his

already dead just now? This thought subconsciously flashed across

forced himself to remain calm

he spoke, Barton wanted to stand up on impulse, but sadly he discovered that his body was covered by a cold and thin fog, and he had

word by word, “You

he couldn’t answer this question

later, he changed

convert to

loyal believer of the

silent for a moment before

an even larger world,

to that, the planet we are currently living on is like a grain of sand in the

from hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, or

the universe looks

that his question only made things worse, Barton fell silent. He thought