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.

he put on his coat, hat, and cane before heading out to take a trackless public carriage. He walked all the way to the Loen Relic Search and Preservation Foundation at the

Barton found his usual daily pace. He didn’t get right down

at home. Then, he picked up the letters and documents he had received

and pace

Barton was still a little worried about receiving yet

this concern didn’t

minutes later, someone knocked on his

come in.” Barton picked up his cup and took a sip of

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

night?” asked

Baton didn’t

Pacheco nodded and smiled.

gotten rid

the “nightmare” he had

Pacheco replied with a smile. “The police have already taken over this matter. It’s said that they found Vernal last night.

peace.” Barton 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 definitely be

said, he thought of the help that Pacheco had provided and his

treating?” asked Pacheco with

a pleasure to meet a friend like you.” Barton

slightly and said, “Then I’ll wait at the Compliance Department

“Before 12?”

from being grateful to him, Barton also felt that knowing the deputy director of the Compliance Department would be a great help to his

he believed that Pucheco was just like him. In some aspects, he was stronger than the average

office, Barton

that the matters regarding Vernal

details of the Tamara family’s fracturing and the secret history of the Fourth Epoch, and the details to which

knew that he couldn’t probe further. It was thanks 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

expedition made Barton not dare to take the risk, nor did he want to take any

probably the most worthless

a while,

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

Knock! Barton knocked on the wooden door in

door

another five minutes. I still have some matters