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

far down the road, I sit back down

to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would

can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s

is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for

been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this

thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even

I take in this

I rub my

I start

I have to control myself! What if

I can only indulge myself once

I’m in a dilemma, I look up

a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He

same time, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts his gaze

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

tell me that

advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense inner

look around, but I don’t see

a moment before standing up and walking

already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady

I take you there?” I don’t mention the fact that

person, one has to know when to joke and when

expression changes. After a few

I turn

you…” The wind nearly scatters his voice from

I walk along the road to the crossroads,

country are you from? You speak pretty good

man hesitates for

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

and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1]. My name

just a little feminine,” I

superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in

or

my joke and

That’s wrong. Over here.” I

a primary

immediately turns around and follows me to take