The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 324

Consort Borough, home of Count Hall, dining room.

As is customary, Audrey said hello to her father, mother, and older brother before dinner.

"Praise the Goddess!" He patted his chest at four points clockwise to end the prayer.

However, before he finished speaking, his vision was covered by a thick gray fog. A distant figure that seemed to be looking down at everyone and all of them opened his mouth with dominance.

"It was a Blasphemy Card made by Roselle."

Mr. Stupid... Blasphemy Card? Audrey, who finally received a response, was initially elated, but then she became dazed. He did not understand what a Blasphemy Card meant.

However, he quickly guessed. He always knew that Emperor Roselle had made a deck of secret cards representing an unknown power that had a total of twenty-two cards. It is believed to have been referred from tarot cards.

Furthermore, he also heard from The Hanged Man that the secret of a deck of cards was that they hid the divine path, the path to becoming a god!

So it is called Blasphemy Card. It corresponds to the Blasphemy Slate.. It is definitely a treasure of the highest level in the mysterious world!

Divine roads!

No wonder Mr. Fool has to ask for help. He wanted to make sure that the card was the real one before taking action. That is to prevent mistakes from happening. Instead of getting the right target, it would probably tell the Church of the Steam God and the Machine that certain markers were hiding Blasphemy Cards.

I wonder if he succeeded …

The people Beyond from the Church of the Steam and Machine Gods did not come to ask routine questions. Maybe he's still making plans…

As her body trembled faintly, Audrey once again saw the figure praying within the thick fog, a very hazy figure.

He said respectfully, "The Great Fool, please convey my gratitude to the authenticator. This allowed my operation to run smoothly.

"For that, I am willing to raise the prize to 3,000 pounds which is deductible from the 5,000 pounds that have not been paid. This was the part the other party deserved."

He succeed? He just succeeded? But when I looked at the front page of the newspaper, there was no news of the theft at the exhibition. That's all the news about the twelfth victim of a serial murder. Raising the prize to 3,000 pounds implies that Mr. devotees. The Fool did manage to retrieve the bookmark containing the Blasphemy Card without anyone noticing! How cool! Although the term discovered by Emperor Roselle might not be elegant, reserved, or in line with my identity as a noble identity, it was the only impression I felt right now!

Our Tarot Club now has a complete divine path in its control!

It should be complete, right?

I wonder which one it is.

But regardless of that, this represented the path to becoming a god!

Under the glory of Foolish Master, one day we will become the most powerful hidden faction in the world!

I wonder if other bookmarks are hiding Blasphemy Cards…

Audrey controlled her excitement as she felt longing and pride. He allowed the waiter to eat to help him spread out the napkin before his gaze turned to Count Hall, who used to read the newspaper over breakfast.

"Dad, is there something to watch out for today?"

Count Hall sighed and said, "The devil has killed innocent people. This is the 12th case. He's a fashion designer who just became famous. She had only been a street girl a few times in desperate need of money, but she ended up facing a dire situation.

"That's good there were eyewitnesses. That guy was watching the devil at the scene. Heh, he's really scared. He was constantly yelling in the streets 'kill' and 'save me'. Heh heh. I must say that his cry for help did indeed bring an acceptable result. The devil did not pursue him.

"As a result, the police locked up the suspect and hunted him down."

Audrey drew a red moon on her chest once again and said, "Hopefully their operation is successful.

"Dad, from what you just said, it's really a horrible but funny sight.

"i hope eyewitnesses don't have nightmares about it."

And on the same night, Mr. adorers. Fool took one of the Blasphemy Cards from the highly protected museum without telling anyone. Audrey added sadly in her mind and filled in some of her own details.

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Royal Museum, in the restored study room.

As he spoke, he stole a glance at the important figure standing in front of the table with his back facing him.

It was an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a priest's hat. He was the head of the Church of the Steam and Machine Gods for the bishopric of Backlund. He is a member of the Divine Council, Archbishop Horamick Haydn.

This important figure was not only a pastor, but he was also a very famous scientist, a prominent physics professor at Backlund University.

"Yes, only two bookmarks were stolen," replied the team member who was questioned with certainty.

Max nodded slightly and looked at Horamick Hayden. After some thought, he considered and asked, "Your Majesty, after the museum's closure last night, some noble children came to visit. They had touched parts of the items on display, including one of the two stolen bookmarks. Do I need to get them to cooperate with the investigation?"

"I know about that." Horamick's hand naturally drooped as he turned around and said in a calm tone, "i've made sure that those noble children are not related to the thief who stole the bookmarks, either, so there is no need to get them to cooperate in the investigation. "

"Yes, Your Majesty." Max himself did not think there was anything wrong with the noble children, not to mention that Archbishop Haydn had sufficient knowledge of mysticism and Beyonder techniques to confirm it.

Horamick's gentle and kind face did not show the slightest hint of anger. He looked around and said, "There was more than one person here last night, at least two of them. They are divided into two opposing groups.

"One of them might even have a higher Order than me, while the other somehow escaped mysteriously.

"Although I was unable to reconstruct the entire scene, there were still some things I could 'see.'

"This matter is more complicated than we thought."

At this point, he breathed.

"i also know why they want to steal bookmarks.

"We've been deceived by Roselle for over 150 years …"

…

Handing over 3,000 pounds was painful. I had saved up for so long, however, I had less than 1,000 pounds. The contribution that Miss Justice has made in this regard is definitely worth the price …

Thankfully, I was able to reduce it from its debt to me, lightening my burden. If I meet Mr. Azik in the future, I will pay him 15,000 pounds belonging to "worshippers" with the Beyonder High Order formula. According to the Emperor's personality, they should all be somewhat shocking .. After Klein finished his answer and looked out at the palace in the sea of gray fog, he quietly sighed.

As a precaution, he temporarily left his Dark Emperor card on top of the gray mist, on the surface of the long bronze table overlooking The Fool's seat. He did it for Azik's copper whistle as well.

When he returned to the real world, he held a ritual again and summoned himself to cast Master Key, the Closed Artifact which was a combination of lost and bad luck, over the gray fog. Although it did not seem to have a great negative effect, it was enough to cause one to face a life-threatening situation. He plans not to use it unless necessary.

Master Key was just a relic of an unlucky fellow who had just advanced to Sequence 9. However, it had a negative influence that even a Mid-Sequence Beyonder could not weaken. There seemed to be an additional factor in the reason why the Apprentice lost control, which caused something abnormal …

Now that I think about it, my decision earlier was correct. To explore 32 Verdi Street south of the bridge, I had to be careful and prepared…. Yeah, I have to realize something. The effect of the Closed Artifact may not be entirely related to the Order of the owner. I have to consider many factors, such as whether it has been contaminated by an evil god or not …

Klein took a cold shower before coming out of the bathroom, refreshed. He came down to enjoy the corn pancakes he bought on his way back. It was a local meal in the Feynaptter Klein— Plateau crisp, fragrant, and sweet.

After she had eaten her fill, she traced her experience from last night to see if she left any clues.

Even with Master Key, if I were not a Beyonder, it would be impossible for me to escape the hands of the Devil. Back then, that mysterious and powerful woman must have decided that I was no ordinary private detective.

By not arresting me, this implies that he is the official Beyonder who is friendly to the wild Beyonders, or that he is not a member of the three Churches or the military. Yeah, I lean more towards the last point. The previous point would most likely lead him to confiscate Master Key. Huh, back then, I was almost on the verge of despair.I thought I would be held in the underground prison of the Steam and Machine God Church like the ordinary Beyonders.I even started to consider breaking into my prison. Who knew that he would just leave.

Which organization is he from? Or is he wild? No, in order for wild Beyonders to reach his level of strength, they must have their own organization.

That Demon Dog will definitely use his Beyonder power to erase any clues related to himself, and that of course includes me. In the field of mysticism, there is no way to separate them, and the woman may not be exposed either. From the looks of it, the clue I left behind while escaping had most likely been interrupted.

As for what happened in the museum, they will be looking for a special spirit body, a strange existence, and what does that have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein mocked himself as his heart became calmer.

Of course, he dared to return home because he had predicted it before. It seemed that he was not afraid that the museum contained a trap that he found completely unbreakable.

Phew, this matter is over.. What should I do today? Train my Beyonder powers and go to the Quelaag Club to forage a while ago? Well, I don't know if the Nighthawks and Mandated Punishers have identified the killer or not. Why did I not write another letter to Isengard Stanton and give me a clue? As his mind raced, Klein heard someone from outside approaching before leaving.

Another letter? He opened the door confused, and indeed, he saw a letter lying in his mailbox.

The letter was from Isengard Stanton.