Lord of the Mysteries

The scene in front of him was so ordinary that Barton didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with it.

Although he vaguely felt that there was something familiar about it, he didn’t think that it was worth puzzling over it.

How could a daily scene not be familiar?

His gaze shifted as he looked up into the sky. He saw the crimson moon quietly hanging in the sky, shining with light, causing his mood to settle down involuntarily.

At that moment, Barton seemed to have let go of an invisible burden. His body and mind were unusually relaxed. He no longer had the same fear, anxiety, and frustration from before.

His spiritual intuition told him that Vernal’s matter had come to an end, and it would no longer affect his life.

“Holy Lord of Storms. Lord, thank you for your blessings.” Barton immediately struck his left chest with his right fist and muttered to himself.

Without anxiety and tension, he felt exhaustion overwhelm him like a flood. It surged from the depths of his soul, drowning his brain, limbs, and every cell in his body.

Barton couldn’t help but use the back of his hand to cover his mouth. He yawned, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He didn’t stay in the study any longer and turned around to leave. He returned to the bedroom and took a pleasant bath, enjoying himself as he drank a small glass of red wine.

That night, Barton didn’t dream anymore and slept exceptionally soundly.

When he woke up in the morning, his mind was relaxed and his spirits were rising. It was as if he had obtained a new life.

Looking at his wife who was still sleeping beside him, Barton carefully got up, changed his clothes, and walked around the neighborhood.

He had never realized how wonderful his district was.

The air was fresh, the environment was peaceful, and the scenery was pleasant. Even the pedestrians were cultured.

This made Barton’s mood even better. Once again, he deeply understood that the matter with Vernal had come to an end, and he had returned to his normal, peaceful life.

He maintained his mood and went home to enjoy breakfast with his wife and children.

During this process, he even told his wife about a joke he read in the newspapers and fulfilled his children’s tiny requests.

Seeing the smiles on his wife and children’s faces, Barton felt satisfied.

cane before heading out to take a trackless public carriage. He walked all the way to the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation at

usual daily pace. He didn’t get right down to work but prepared the special herbal black tea he had prepared

that he didn’t subscribe to at home. Then, he picked up the letters and documents he had received and read

and pace made

was still a little worried

this concern didn’t turn

minutes later, someone

cup and took a sip

person who entered was the ordinary-looking deputy director of the Compliance Department, Pacheco Dwayne, who didn’t have any characteristics

well last night?” asked Pacheco as he stood at

didn’t hide

Pacheco nodded and smiled.

really gotten rid of the effects from

the “nightmare” he had had. Instead, he

taken over this matter. It’s said that they found Vernal last night. Unfortunately, he apparently

didn’t pray that the Lord would protect him, because Vernal had already abandoned his faith in the Lord of Storms. If there were really any blessings to be bestowed, then it would

he thought of the help that Pacheco had provided and his friendly attitude. He said, “Shall

treating?” asked Pacheco with a

friend like

“Then I’ll wait at the

“Before 12?”

problem.” Apart from being grateful to him, Barton also felt that knowing the deputy director of the Compliance Department would be

him. In some aspects, he was stronger than the average

Pacheco leave his office, Barton sat down again,

the matters regarding Vernal were very strange. It involved the

family’s fracturing and the secret history

to the great luck of an ordinary person for him to be able to see the tip of the iceberg without dying. If he wanted to figure out the situation

dare to take the risk, nor did he want to

was probably the

a while, Barton continued his

the table and picked up the coat and top hat hanging on the clothes rack. He left

Barton knocked on the wooden

the door and glanced at

me another five minutes. I still have some matters to