Lord of the Mysteries

Looking at the young man with bright red eyes, I snap to my senses. The first thought I have is:

What a waste of a handsome face!

After two seconds, I become somewhat worried.

Is this guy mentally challenged, or just simply mental?

Is he the type of person who easily loses his way to the point that a missing report pamphlet is handed out the very next day?

No, he answered me very fluently just now. He looks fine on the surface… Perhaps he’s just bad with directions? Woah! How can someone like this be allowed outside the house on their own? I hesitate for a moment before asking, “Do you have your family’s number? Do you need to give them a call?”

The man’s expression instantly turns extremely ugly, giving off the feeling that he wants to bury his head in the ground.

“There’s no need!” he answers firmly. “It was just a mistake. A mistake. I wasn’t focused, as I was thinking about other problems.”

“There’s no need to explain,” I immediately respond.

Trying to explain it just shows your attempts to hide things… I add inwardly.

Following that, I stand up, turn around, and point at the end of the road.

“Follow this path to the crossroads, then turn right, understand? Turn right.”

I move my right arm as I face the same direction as him.

The man gloomily says, “I’m not a juvenile.

“I’ll concentrate this time. There definitely won’t be a problem!”

I ignore his emphasis and instead remind him, “If you encounter any more accidents, you can look for the police.”

I originally wanted to mischievously say “Mr. Policeman,” but since he has already said that he isn’t a juvenile, I’ll just forget about it.

However, is this guy living in some stage play? His choice of words are quite literal!

Juvenile?

Using the term “primary school student” would be more down-to-earth!

The man falls silent for two seconds before taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

suppress my urge to make

far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy

in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise,

this aspect, chicken skin is definitely the type of food that can

the chicken skin’s quality is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how

condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find

I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point

beverage. As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front of

I rub my belly in

I start to have

I have to control myself! What if I get

I can only indulge myself once a month—no, once

I’m in a dilemma, I look up and see

a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to

to sense my gaze. He turns his

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

that

roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He

I look around, but I don’t see any

before standing up and walking

barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady

don’t I take you there?” I don’t mention

know when to joke and when not

After a few seconds, he

go.” I

wind nearly scatters his voice from

road to the

you from? You

The man hesitates for a moment before

Which ethnic group are you from? How should I address you?”

to my side and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1]. My name

name, just a little feminine,” I

sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already

or Lyn

Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward

wrong. Over here.” I

really are a

Ailin immediately turns around and follows me to take