The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 343

After a private communication between The World and The Sun, Tarot Gathering begins its free discussion session. Audrey asked with interest about the unique sea views and any strange occurrences, while Algeria provided a selective description according to its own knowledge.

Fors listens quietly and is inspired to write a novel about the Pirate King, about how he captures a female passenger and has a complex love affair with her, a fantasy that coexists with reality.

Derrick could only imagine what the sea looked like based on the painting in the Silver City and the corresponding words.

In the end, Klein, whose spirituality was gradually drained, announced the end of the Tarot Gathering. After which, he quickly returned to the real world and made up for it by taking a nap.

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Half-time at seven. The Consort Borough. In certain noble houses.

Fors wearing hooded robes. After so many days, he once again attended the meeting organized by Mr. A.

He sat quietly in the corner, and while pretending to observe his surroundings casually, he noticed that Mr. A, who was sitting alone on the sofa, looked a little different than before.

This was not a change in appearance or temperament, as the other party's face was completely hidden behind the shadows of his hood, preventing him from making out.

The difference he felt was an almost intuitive feeling.

Mr. A was no longer as carefree and indifferent as before, with him always looking at everyone in a haughty manner. He currently seems to be very depressed — like he is trying his best to control something. He felt much more dangerous now.

In the past, Mr. A was a mountain. Now, he's more like a bred snake, sticking out his tongue out loud, suddenly feeling grateful that he did not invite Xio to come with him because he needed to hide the matter about the Tarot Club and not tell him that he was looking for something in Sun's domain.

This way, even if there was an accident, my escape would be much easier.

He was in no hurry to write down his request to be handed over to the officer. Instead, he patiently observed for a while.

It was not that he was naturally cautious, but the lessons from the past had left a deep impression on him. The two stones on his bracelet were proof of that.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, he finally picked up a piece of paper and pen in front of him and wrote in a handwriting that was deliberately distorted: "Trying to buy mystical items or powerful Beyonder weapons in Sun domain."

After handing the note to the attendant, Fors looked around again, but he was unable to find any believers of the Eternal Blazing Sun, who had helped with the purification and exorcism rituals, among the disguised or masked figures.

The trade happened as the servants went around. The whole hall remained calm and orderly.

After the exchange in the middle of the meeting, Fors' request was added to the two whiteboards right in front.

Not long after, he received a reply from the officer.

A small piece of white paper filled with dense words:

"Mysticism: The Ring of Light Ribbons. It could make the wearer a Messenger of Light, a servant of the Sun. They will be immune to various diseases and use holy powers. The wearer could summon dazzling light and use some spells on the Sun. It could purify all dead spirits within a fifty meter radius. It was the enemy of such a creature.

"If the wearer is recognized by the ring, they will be enhanced; otherwise, they will weaken.

“The only problem is if the wearer uses it too often, they will slowly become adherents of the Blazing Eternal Sun and slowly defend the doctrine and praise the Sun from the bottom of their hearts.

"If you want to get it, then please pay me 9,000 cash at a time. I can wait for you to raise it."

9,000 pounds? Fors' mouth gaped open, as if the other party was robbing him.

This was an enormous amount of wealth that he would not be able to borrow, even if he were to ask someone to lend it to him!

Other than the deposit for the murder of the Intis Ambassador, the amount of money he had seen so far combined had never been this high!

A person with 9,000 pounds of cash is considered a tycoon, even in Backlund!

Although I knew that mystical items were expensive, I never expected them to be this expensive … Does he plan to gain 9,000 pounds and not participate in the Beyonder meeting again and leave the circle to enjoy life in peace? For a moment, he did not dare to answer the seller.

He pretended nothing had happened and listened for nearly ten minutes, but when he received no additional response or response to the Beyonder's relatively cheap weapon, he was unable to respond, he got up and went to the bathroom.

After making sure that no one was around, she closed the toilet door and sat down on the toilet. He recited the honorable name of Mr. Fool, told him in prayer about what just happened, and asked him to spread it to the World.

Klein, who had heard the multilayered sounds of illusions, quickly passed through the endless gray fog and gained a basic understanding of the situation.

9,000 pounds? He said the number, his expression slightly changed.

After quietly calculating the amount of money he could accumulate in a short period of time, he sighed, conjured up a fake person, The World, and manipulated it to give a response:

"The negative effect of this mystical object is too serious.I do not want to be a follower of the Sun.

“You don't have to worry about this anymore. We will trade using cash.

"Pay 450 pounds and you'll get the formula for Trickmaster."

As he finished his sentence, he severed the connection. Watching the World disappear, he raised his hand to rub his forehead and muttered to himself, "Furthermore, I should see information on what kind of items the Barbarian woman can gather…

…

In the restroom, Fors heaved a sigh of relief. He indicated that he would hold a sacrificial ritual as soon as he returned.

Too bad I don't know the formula for now. Otherwise, I can take the opportunity to see if there is any Beyonder material that I need .. He returned to the hall and focused on the information on the two whiteboards.

He did not respond to the previous records, let alone consider the bargain. Even if the seller is willing to discount him by a thousand pounds, he will not have the money or liquidity to buy it, and more importantly, he feels that Mr. The world can't afford it either.

He stayed until the end of the meeting, and because of Mr. A's change, he didn't linger or talk to anyone. He left the house immediately.

After more than ten minutes, the meeting ended completely, leaving Master A and his servants alone.

Slowly, Mr. A got up and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Suddenly, his knees bent, and he fell to the ground, rolling a few steps.

He was lying on the ground, and the shadow below him quickly turned deep red.

His flesh and blood melted and mixed into shadows, making him seem like a new, skinless, monster-like person who had been separated from his body!

Gasp! Mister A's breathing gradually returned to normal as his tense body gradually relaxed.

Blood and flesh, which had separated, flowed back once more.

Everything's back to normal.

Master A crawled forward and knelt in the basement, once again confessing his sin while choking on sobs.

He acknowledged his error from before, that he was not vigilant enough and caused the descendants of the Gods to fail.

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Silver City, home of Derrick Berg.

He walked silently several times around the table, unable to make a decision. The reason told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was the best, but the faces of the other members participating in the mission kept appearing in his mind, and he felt that he had abandoned and betrayed them by pretending to lose control!

Is there no way to save them? Should I find an opportunity to meet the Chief and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the Fallen Creator, who is the evil god who controls the Shepherd's path? That he should be careful of elder Lovia and change the person in charge of the mission... But how should I explain where I got this information from? In their eyes, the Foolish Master would be the same as the evil god.

The Storm Axe was placed in a position that was within the range of his hand. Every time a lightning strike shot past the window, it emitted a faint light.

Suddenly, Derrick stopped and looked into the darkness and into the dark sky.

It was as if he had once again seen the state of his parents before their deaths. He discovered the pain he was experiencing when he stabbed his sword down.

There was no time. I needed to make preparations for the future so that I would not be suspected of my discovery that the god was the Fallen Creator, he clenched his teeth and muttered to himself. He then suddenly left the side of the window and returned to the table. He began to practice the power of the Beyonder of the Light Suppliant to drain his spirituality as quickly as possible.

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In the luxury villa of the Hall family.

At an art studio, Audrey casually smeared on oil paint when she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

When her maid, Annie, opens the door, she sees that it is her mother, Countess Caitlyn.

Although this woman was almost fifty years old, she looked to be in her early thirties. She has blond hair, green eyes, and a beautiful and graceful appearance, enough to attract the attention of most men.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Audrey put the items in her hands and stood up, puzzled.

The countess looked at her daughter, who was even more beautiful than her younger self. He smiled and said, "i just attended a dinner party. Lady Della said that you're very interested in psychology and you want to hire a tutor, right?"

"Yes, but I haven't decided yet." Audrey purposely replied hesitantly, as usual.

How could the Countess not see through her daughter's mind? He smiled and said, "He recommended a psychiatrist named Escalante. If you don't have a problem with that, I'll send someone to invite him to teach you twice a week. How about that?"

"That's your decision." Audrey's smile grew, bit by bit. "Mother, come and sit here. I'm short of pretty models!"

…

On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed through the Backlund Morning Post that the Eye of Wisdom meeting will be held tomorrow night.

He was relieved that he was no longer worried that the acquisition of the items he needed would not be timely for Miss Sharron's attack on the enemy.

To celebrate the good news, she decided to take a leave of absence at Quelaag Club.