The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 239's

Well, I don't need it anymore, but I can give it to Susie, and I can exchange it for other Beyonder ingredients. Well, Susie's potion still lacks the spinal fluid of the Farmer Rabbit.. Some things are easier left to Susie, it's much more convenient for her than for me. Uh huh! Audrey quickly made a decision. To him, this was no longer something he cared about the most.

The moment he put down the telegram, the fun subsided, and fears of reality began to surface.

I still owe Mr.'s intelligence. Fool about the Secret Order, the mission to kill the Intis ambassador, and a request from his admirer.. I finally felt the feeling of being in debt. Audrey, we can't delay anymore! Let's start! The girl silently clenched her fists. He wanted to find a pen and paper and write a letter to Viscount Glaint so that he could arrange to meet Xio and Fors as soon as possible. He needs to delegate missions.

She took out a pen, dipped it in ink, and suddenly, Audrey held her wrist in the air without writing.

He had just thought of the crucial issue that he knew very little about the Bakerland Intis ambassador. In such cases, it is easy to misjudge the difficulty of the mission, either because no one is willing to accept it or because the mission has been entrusted to an unsuitable person, which makes the mission fail in the beginning.

The resulting growth cost was not his main concern; instead, he believed that the Fool would be better off rewarding him and helping him further.

After pondering for a moment, Audrey turned to her servant, Annie, and said, "Tell Countess Jaria that I accepted her invitation and will attend her party on time tomorrow night."

Jaria is Count Wolfe's wife, and she has invited ambassadors to Loen from every country to her upcoming party, including Bakerland Jean Madan.

Audrey had planned to decline the invitation on the grounds of illness, but now she was drawn to the ball.

After he observed Ambassador Bakerland and gathered enough information, he would meet with Xio and Fors! Audrey suddenly felt the excitement of following the big event she had always dreamed of!

…

First Manor in Rorsted Islands, City of Generosity, Spinach.

After returning to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into a dress considered conspicuous in the Inner Republic and passed through the hotel's back door into an alley and made several detours.

He stopped in front of a house without a garden or yard and wore a familiar white mask.

Next, he knocked on the door with three heavy knocks and two light taps, separating it with two long pauses and two short pauses.

After about ten seconds, the door creaked open. A man wearing a pirate headband stuck out his head and looked around quickly.

"Come in," said the man in a heavy voice as he walked.

Without a word, Algeria calmly walked into the room.

Crunch!

The door slammed shut.

…

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein opened the curtain and sat at his desk.

The information about the Secret Order given to him by The Hanged Man made him aware that his target might have a certain relationship with the Core Republic. At the same time, he was reminded of the words The Hanged Man used to describe the Antigonus— family"weird" and "horrible."

The Beyonder that sneaked into my room last night to read the information and give me a warning was indeed strange.The Sequence Path that the Antigonus family controlled was the Seer Line that the Secret Order owned. The two can be likened.. That is, one could speculate that the Beyonder from last night was a member of the Secret Order who worked part-time as a spy for the Republic of Intis? Or could that person not be a member of the Secret Order, but someone who used the relationship between the Core Republic and the Secret Order to obtain the corresponding formula and potions? Klein began to boldly assume that when he carefully tried to verify.

This could explain why my Clown's premonition ability wasn't triggered when a strange threadworm infiltrated. This was the suppression effect of the Beyonder of the Higher Order who shared the same path as me. Of course, it was also possible that the iron-black threadworm did not pose a real threat to me…

Similarly, it can be explained why pinworms infiltrated my room the same night I wrote information about Ian Wright. Furthermore, it went straight to the table .. The other party was equipped with the ability of the Diviner, making the matter seem quite logical …

After repeatedly verifying his speculation, Klein felt that his guess was very likely to be close to the truth.

If the person in question is the Sequence Beyonder which is relatively higher than the Seer line, what is his Sequence number? And what's the name of the potion? To control the threadworm, could it be another component of the circus, Beast Tamer? Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner while feeling amused.

Perhaps my next potion formula will be obtained from him .. Is this the true meaning of the revelation I received from my previous prophecy? Backlund was truly the Land of Hope. Klein muttered a few words to himself and began to consider what to do next.

He had entrusted the task of killing the Bakerland Intis Ambassador to put an end to all latent dangers. He had to avoid suspicion, but he did not have the necessary ability to do so.

After Ian Wright's whereabouts were revealed to both sides, he was confident that Ambassador Bakerland would have no time to take revenge on him any time soon and would not add to his troubles.

Finding a very important item he mentioned was definitely the thing he was most worried about.

The highest possibility is that he will still get the Beyonder who sent the black-iron thread worm to infiltrate my room last night. He would at least be in Order 7, and maybe even Order 6 or 5. He has the required strength and is familiar with the situation.When the time comes, I just need to hire bodyguards according to this standard, The Ambassador would never be able to issue such an order. Klein looked out the window at the mist that finally disappeared, looking dazed.

He decided to continue heading to the Bravehearts Bar tonight. First, it's to make contact with other Beyonders through the Kaspars to choose a suitable bodyguard. Second, he could find an opportunity to sell off the characteristics of Beyonder Meursault, raise some funds, and see if anyone sold a powerful mystic item to increase his strength. This is a plan that will never go out of style.

After confirming his plan, Klein pretended to read the newspaper casually. He waited until the sky turned dark before slowly waking up and making tomato oxtail soup for himself.

After eating and drinking to her fullest, she pulled the bedroom curtains as usual and decided not to open them tonight.

Then, summoning himself and responding to himself, he transformed into a unique spirit body, bringing back the Azik copper whistle, the characteristics of the Meursault Beyonder, homemade talismans, all sorts of materials, all sorts of materials, and tarot cards to the real world, leaving only a few items, such as bloody contracts.

After doing all this and equipping the corresponding items, Klein's strength returned to its peak, and he was once again half an expert in mysticism.

He straightened his collar, took his hat and stick, and left 15 Minsk Street.

…

Iron Gate Street, inside the Bravehearts Bar.

Instead of a glass of beer, Klein found the Kaspars in the card room, playing Fighting Evil while betting on boxers outside. He's living a pretty nice life.

The familiar surroundings reminded Klein of the last time he met Maric playing poker with over ten undead. He was suddenly happy that he did not bring the Azik copper whistle with him.

If I bring the copper whistle that Mr. Azik gave me, I think a dozen Maric zombies will rebel on the spot and come to "entertain" me warmly … I wonder what kind of expression he would have .. Klein stood by the door, nodding at the Kalinin Caspars to show his intentions.

The kaspars cover his cards and swear. He got up, walked to the door, and said in a low voice, “I will take you to a place where people, even though they are not as good as Maric, are strong enough. As for whether you can make a deal or not, it has nothing to do with me. However, I must warn you beforehand, you must not make them angry, or you may not be able to see the sun tomorrow. Of course, it is not easy to see the sun in Backlund after September.”

"Do I have to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.

Kaspars nodded, pleased.

"Two pounds."

I can buy a revolver with that money at the gun shop. Even though they set the price at more than three pounds, it can basically be bid for about two pounds…Klein grumbled and gave the Kaspars two one-pound notes.

The Kaspars turned to fellow players to tell them he was leaving. While hobbling, he led Klein towards the kitchen bar, and from there, entered the back alley and circled around a dark house.

He took out an iron mask that could only cover half his face, handed it to Klein, and chuckled.

"Let's just say you bought this for two pounds."

I could buy more with two pounds .. Klein wore an iron mask and deliberately ruffled his hair.

Seeing he was ready, the Kaspars knocked on the door rhythmically.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a pair of brown eyes behind it.

After a long period of observing, Klein finally saw the door open behind him.

A man wearing an iron mask stood there and handed the hooded robe to Klein. He said to the Kaspars in a hoarse voice, “Lain times, remember to tell me beforehand. Otherwise, hmph!”

He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room to the activity room on the first floor.

There was a candle burning on the coffee table, and the room was dimly lit.

There were about ten people sitting on the sofa and chairs around the coffee table. They were all wearing hooded robes and wearing iron masks.

After putting on a long robe, Klein quietly found a chair in the corner and sat down. He heard a fat-faced man complain, “Lately, there was a group of wild beasts in the gutter that had gnawed away at many of the plants I had planted.

“They are very smart and do not even touch the toxic ones. I need someone to help me clean it up. You know, this isn't my forte. I'm just good at concocting medicine and treating your illness.”