The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 365

Serenity Cathedral looks beautiful at night. It was equipped with a red moon high in the sky that coldly illuminated the land.

Leonard entered his single room, took off his two red gloves, and threw them at the wooden table.

With a grim look, she sat in front of a patterned glass window, her back facing outwards as she bathed in the moonlight.

After ten seconds of silence, he said softly, almost gnashing his teeth, "So, you are a Parasite!"

Leonard's voice echoed faintly in his own ears, muffled by anger, tension, a sense of loss, and obvious fear.

In the blink of an eye, a somewhat old voice echoed in his mind.

"You could say so."

"What exactly do you want? Are you a creature that robs my life through your parasitic ways? Or are you waiting for me to become stronger, so that you can directly devour the characteristics of my Beyonder, like cultivating a humanoid potion?" Leonard's voice was suppressed, but not at all slow.

The somewhat old voice in his mind laughed.

"i'm your chance meeting; don't you always think so? you believe yourself to be unique and the protagonist of this era …

“In fact, you're not acting as arrogant and arrogant as ever. In the end, you were wary of me. Hehe. After I taught you the method of acting, you didn't even focus on learning it. Everything you do is a very superficial effort.You wasted a very long time before you digest it and even hid it. You did not pursue the Nightmare potion.

"Only after you have met the seed of the True Creator and suffered a setback will you be willing to advance to Order 7. Your regrets have made you hallucinate.

“Leonard, think carefully. Do I not understand the Church of the Goddess Last Night? When I deal with them, even the one called Chani is not even born yet.

"Don't I know that the Church of the Goddess Overnight knows about Parasites? Will I not realize that Red Gloves will understand certain secrets to prevent the infiltration of High Sequence Extreme?

"But did I ever stop you from joining the Red Gloves?"

After a few brief changes in expression, Leonard finally fell silent, saying nothing.

The voice in his mind laughed again.

"Do you feel that you are aging faster than your actual age? No, right? I can live at least another hundred years. I'm in no hurry to take over my host's life.

“As for your Beyonder characteristics, huh. We are not even on the same path that allows exchanges. If I swallowed it, it would be equivalent to drinking poison, driving me half insane and increasing my chances of losing control. Do you think that I would do that?

"Evernight is grouped with Giant and Death, while the aim of my Beyonder path is from Apprentice and Seer."

Leonard looked at his body which was illuminated by the red moonlight. After some thought, he asked again, "What exactly do you want to do? What's your purpose?"

The somewhat old voice in his mind sighed.

"Didn't I tell you?

"i have suffered tremendous damage, and I need the host to recover slowly, and I must hide from a terrible enemy, is a pretty good choice for the host."

Leonard raised his head, looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to be found by an archbishop, a high-ranking deacon, or some other Sealed Artifact?"

The somewhat old voice replied casually, "If the Parasite were so easy to find, the high-ranking deacon named Cesimir would not just give a warning and not send you all for inspection.

"Of course, the parasite does leave a trail. The Church of the Goddess Overnight had the means to determine this, but it was relatively complicated and troublesome. It will cause certain losses and great danger. It might even affect that Goddess, so before you become a high-ranking deacon, make you qualified to participate in the meeting for the upper echelon of the Church, and interact with a Level 0 Sealed Artifact, making you eligible to participate in the meeting for the upper echelon of the Church, and interact with a Level 0 Sealed Artifact, no need to worry.

"At that time, I should have recovered and started my own journey."

Leonard listened with a serious expression. After a while, he said, "You have a terrifying enemy? Who's she?"

The somewhat old voice chuckled and said, "i don't know his name, but I know his last name …"

"What's that?" Leonard asked.

The somewhat old voice suddenly became low and deep.

"Amon."

…

South of the Bridge, 46 Riverbay Avenue.

Homeowners who were enjoying their dinner heard the twang of the doorbell.

The only waiter came to the door, and through the peephole above the door lock, he saw a policeman in a black-and-white checkered uniform.

He opened the door and asked somewhat fearfully, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

The policeman was none other than Klein in disguise, who was trying to take the initiative to perform. He's here to make sure that his vampire partner, Emlyn White, who lives at 48 Riverbay Avenue, and the people who entrust the mission to Stuart, are law-abiding monsters.

Yes, the law-abiding monster! Although this sounds untrue and sounds a little funny, that is how I will react with my true thoughts.

The police uniform he was wearing was not a fake outfit he had specifically designed. It was a product of ordinary clothing and hallucinatory effects.

A Witch must do what a witch will do!

As monsters and non-humans, moving to another residence was the most basic thing to do after a peer disappeared for a few days!

They should be suspicious that Emlyn White was arrested by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or any other official Beyonder organization, and need to assume that she might die at any time.

Therefore, what Klein wanted to do was to conduct an investigation by conducting a survey.

He maintained the arrogance of a low-ranking policeman towards ordinary citizens. Without taking off his hat, he slightly raised his chin and said, "I have something to ask your master."

The waiter entered confused and quickly brought back a man in his thirties who was wearing a thick shirt.

"Officer, what do you want to ask me?" ask the man nervously.

Klein stood at the door and looked inside.

"Do you know the occupants of Unit 48?"

"i'm ready." The male owner was stunned for a moment before asking, "What happened to them?"

"They were involved in a case. You have to tell me everything you know," Klein said with a flat face.

His face was also camouflaged, coupled with a slight hallucinatory effect. That was to make sure that she looked different from the great detective Sherlock Moriarty.

The owner suddenly realized.

"It's no wonder they moved so hastily over a month ago. He was a handsome but eccentric young man.

"Mr White is an excellent doctor and is good at using all kinds of drugs and bloodshed therapy."

"Bloody therapy?" Klein came back with a question.

"Yes, even though this has been considered by many newspapers and magazines as an old medical skill that has no effect, anyone who receives Mr. White's treatment will be cured. However, Mr. White also said that except for him, the other doctors who practice bloodshed therapy are shamans." The owner gave his point of view.

Bloodshed therapy is gathering food for themselves, right? The only thing that is useful is the cure.The vampire family relies on bloodshed therapy to help treat patients while receiving "food" as compensation. If not many patients, or if their blood is very unhealthy, would they consider going to a distant hospital to steal blood from a blood bag and drink it? To such a monster, they were completely law-abiding.

The emotional discoloration in his Spirit Vision told him that the man was not lying.

Seeing that the police officers did not dispute him, the man continued, "Master White and his wife are very good people. Although they were unable to cure those who were seriously ill, they were still good enough doctors for all the residents…

"Is their son, Emlyn, involved in a case? The young man was too quiet, as if he was looking down on us. She's always hiding at home, and I don't know what she's doing. Officer, are you hot? it's cold outside."

He might just hide during the day and come out at night. Klein wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "I've been walking around here all day because of this case!"

Furthermore, according to the survey he designed, he learned everything about white people and their sons.

One family after another, he knocked on the door, asked questions, gathered answers, and came to the conclusion that White families are kind, friendly, and law-abiding.

It didn't seem like a description of the vampire.Klein stared at the red moon that pierced through the clouds, ready to make a final confirmation.

He removed the hallucinatory effects from his body and began to divulge.

After making sure there was no danger, he turned to the side and climbed into the house at 48 Riverbay Avenue.

Others may not know who took Emlyn White away, ultimately fearing it would be followed up by an official "visit" from the official Beyonders, but Klein knew what was going on and did not worry about any traps.

As he entered the second floor, he used the moonlight to see that his rooms were in a mess. A lot of things haven't been taken. Through these things, he could imagine how hastily the owner had left.

He even found some valuable books on herbs in a study, including some popular rural folk recipes.

As he walked, Klein entered one of the bedrooms, and a shadow began to be seen.

He jumped in fear, imagining that he had been ambushed. He almost flicked his finger to light the match that had been thrown outside.

Fortunately, no attack occurred.

The red moonlight shone through the window, covering the entire room. Klein was finally able to clearly see the black shadow.

They had no spiritual luster, and they were statues of various sizes!

The largest one was only slightly shorter than Klein. It was a girl wearing a beautiful long skirt. His sleeves and collar were covered with lace and ribbons.

This statue of a woman was clearly more like one of the candles. His facial features were clear and lively, and his golden hair and red eyes were alluring and beautiful.

The smallest was only the size of a normal person's palm. It was a woman wearing silver body armor. She looked valiant and heroic while looking generous and beautiful.

As his eyes swept over each statue, Klein suddenly recalled something.

Under Roselle's influence, the development of sculpture art had two trends: one was the adorable type, allowing them to change clothes; while the other tried to be more realistic.

Klein looked around and could not help but exclaim, "These statues aren't cheap!

"Don't tell me Emlyn's a vampire obsessed with figurines?"