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.

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

pace. He didn’t get right down to work but prepared the special

he leisurely read the newspapers that he didn’t subscribe to at home. Then, he picked

and pace made him

was that Barton was still a little worried about receiving

this concern didn’t

fifteen minutes later, someone knocked

up his cup and took a sip

the Compliance Department, Pacheco Dwayne, who didn’t have any characteristics that stood out but still managed to give off

asked Pacheco as he stood at the

Baton didn’t

Pacheco nodded and smiled.

gotten rid of the effects from

“nightmare” he had had. Instead, he asked, “What

over this matter.

already abandoned his faith in

thought of the help that Pacheco had provided and his friendly attitude. He said, “Shall we have lunch together

treating?” asked Pacheco with

to meet a friend like

nodded slightly and said, “Then I’ll wait

“Before 12?”

Barton also felt that knowing the deputy director

just like him. In

Pacheco leave his office, Barton sat down again, silently

tell that the matters regarding Vernal were very

was actually very interested in the details of the Tamara family’s fracturing and the

to see the tip of the iceberg without dying. If

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

curiosity was probably the

a while,

table and picked up the coat and top hat hanging on the clothes rack. He left the office and walked to the door

on the wooden door in front

door and glanced at

me another five minutes. I still have