The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 401's

Backlund, in a basement that resembles a temple.

Master A, wearing a hooded black robe, quietly knelt before the Hanging Giant statue for a long time.

Suddenly, he sharpened his ears as if he was listening to something.

After a short pause, Mr. A's hand jolted, and he flicked his right index finger with his left palm.

He stuffed a bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like he was eating a snack, making a crackling sound.

Gulp down!

Mr. A's throat swayed, and he swallowed his gnawing fingers into his stomach.

His body suddenly shook, as if he was being gripped and shaken by an invisible figure.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and used the blood from his wound to write the words on the ground.

The words were not written in Jotun or Dragonese, which could evoke the power of nature, nor were they in Hermes language used for sacrificial rituals. Instead, they are written in the most common and common language, Loen.

The deep red color quickly gathered together and the words were put together into several sentences.

"Founded:

“Stupid people who don't belong to this era.

“The mysterious ruler over the gray fog.

“Yellow and Black Kings who have good luck.

“Decipators and devotees in Backlund.”

After “divine enlightenment” ended, Mr. A stopped trembling, and a new finger grew from his writhing wound.

He lowered his head and carefully read the words he had just written, the corner of his mouth curled up in the shadows.

"With your divine revelation!" Master A humbly prostrated as if he had discovered the meaning of his existence once again.

…

Silver City, at the top of the tower.

Lovia walked to the window and stared at the candlelight in the darkness, her expression softening.

After an unknown period of time, he heard a knock on the door.

“Your Majesty?” Lovia turned around swiftly and greeted the visitor with a smile.

Door opens to back automatically.

The person standing outside was none other than Demon Hunter Colin Iliad. She was wearing a brown coat and a leather belt with a secret compartment on her waist.

“Lovia, the abnormality of the exploration team has been verified,” Colin explained clearly. “As captain, regardless of your condition, you must stay in the basement for three days and undergo the cleaning of the Crown of Glory. ”

Lovia did not show the slightest hint of anger as she calmly smiled.

“I know, I've made preparations to stay in the dungeon for a long time. When done, I can accept any arrangement even if you guys still don't trust me. ”

As he spoke, he walked to the door and passed Demon Hunter Colin while facing him.

Colin turned around silently and followed him down the winding stairs.

In the middle of the road, they heard heart-wrenching cries and shouts.

"Did this start again?" Lovia asked with a slightly confused expression.

Collin nodded and replied in a low voice, “Ya, this is a destiny we cannot avoid.”.

At this moment, in the large hall at the middle level of the spire.

The members of the exploration team and some of the residents of the Silver City who had been ravaged were pressed to the ground by the bodily sacred luster that seemed to be. They were unable to move, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs.

A couple in their forties with dark skin held swords with intricate patterns as they walked towards a young man in his early twenties.

The young man's body had already turned into flesh mud, but his head was still intact. Only long, thin, blood-red tendrils grew from it.

Seeing the couple approaching, he yelled in horror, “Dad, Mom, what are you doing?

“Didn't we agree to eat a grilled iron scorpion together tonight?

“Dad, Mom, I caught a lot of iron scorpions for you ..”

The couple could not bear it anymore and turned their heads to the side, but they raised the sword in their hands high into the air…

After two stabbing sounds rang out, the young man stopped his wailing. He twitched first, then he completely lost all marks of life.

Elsewhere, a young girl, who was about ten years old, raised a sword with an intricate pattern on it. Tears streamed down his face as he stabbed his older sister.

The girl lying on the ground suddenly laughed and softly said, “From today onwards, you should live your own life. Don't be naive anymore.”.

The girl immediately cried until her gaze became blurred, and the sword in her hand stopped in midair.

However, a powerful palm pressed against the back of his hand, pushing it forward.

The girl was dumbfounded, as if she could not hear or see anything.

This was an ancient curse that everyone in Silver City had experienced. They must kill their own blood relatives to prevent them from turning into terrifying and strange evil spirits after their death.

Therefore, even though Darc had fully mutated into a monster and was corrupted by an unknown existence, having no value in interrogating, the "shadow" observer did not dare to kill him on the spot. Instead, he tried his best to restrain the monster and bring it back to the top of the tower to wait for his parents. Otherwise, the situation would only get worse.

Members of the exploration team are currently receiving the same treatment as they have experienced, a process that has remained unchanged for more than two thousand years. Although no one knew if they would mutate after dying under these circumstances, no one would dare to bet for it.

Fortunately, the Silver City did not have a large population, and they all lived in the same area. Under the upper echelon arrangements for each generation, there were several people related to each other by blood. Even if they were limited by three generations, they could still find some.

Therefore, the Beyonder in charge of forming the patrol team first had to consider the matter of blood ties to prevent the occurrence of any unexpected situations.

The requirements for the exploration team were not so strict as their mission was always to strike deep into the darkness and away from the Silver City. Even if they died or mutated, it would not affect everyone's safety.

Once the residents no longer had blood relatives in three generations, they would be placed under close supervision, and as soon as he was seriously ill or looked old, he would be exiled to the depths of darkness, he said, far from Silver City.

When the previous exploration team captain, Uddel, was isolated in the basement, there were actually three elders at the top of the tower. However, the one who took action in the end was Chief Colin Iliad. Otherwise, they could only try the seal.

This was because Uddel was the elder brother of his direct relative.

Shepherd Lovia and Demon Hunter Colin quietly entered the lower level of the spire. Accompanied by several Dawn Paladins, they arrived at the depths of the dungeon.

Soon, both of them stopped outside the cell. Dawn Paladin dissolved themselves some distance away.

Without any abnormalities, he walked into a room with one bed, a table, and one candle at a moderate pace.

Before the iron door closed, he turned around and looked at Demon Hunter Colin with his pale gray eyes.

“Your Majesty, you once told me that when the residents of Silver City leave this place and die in the depths of darkness, they will not instantly turn into evil spirits. A few days have to pass. Therefore, other exploration team members have plenty of time to open distance from them.”

Colin nodded and expressed his agreement.

Lovia closed her eyes, revealing a sad smile, “In an exploration two months ago, a team member died in front of me.

“I pretended to be separated from the rest of the team.I waited there for five days, but he did not turn into an evil spirit.”

Demon Hunter Colin stared at him silently, saying nothing until the iron door was closed with a clang, and the seal was formed.

…

In the ancient palace above the fog.

After waiting for a while, Klein was finally relieved when he saw that there was no change in the crimson star symbolizing the Little Sun.

She was supposed to succeed.She rubbed her temples, wrapped her spirituality around her body, and descended back into the real world.

As soon as he sensed the presence of his body, Klein felt a bitter chill.

He sneezed, then he quickly let go of the wall of spirituality and crawled back into bed.

Unfortunately, his bed was already ice cold.

Fortunately, my body received a certain degree of protection after entering the gray fog; otherwise, I might catch a cold tomorrow. Klein wrapped himself in his blanket tightly and sighed.

His current state reminded him of the jokes he had heard in his previous life.

Warmth is basically obtained by vibration …

Before his bed warmed up again, he could only let his mind wander as he thought of all sorts of things.

Yeah, no pressing issues for me recently. The Witch's rules have been concluded. Even if I don't challenge the impossible and just engage in "acting" normally, I should be able to digest the potion around the New Year. My next task was to gather the Beyonder ingredients for the Faceless potion and save the necessary funds. But it was not something I could rush. The tense threads in Klein's mind gradually softened, and he suddenly thought of resting for two to three days.

As the bed warmed up, he fell asleep without even realizing it. When he woke up, he heard the church bell ringing eight times.

Klein stretched out his hand, felt a chill, and quietly pulled it.

It seemed like the weather had become even colder today. Since there was nothing to do, it seemed like I could continue sleeping. Relax, he closed his eyes again.

But after a while, she heard her stomach rumble and felt a bulge in her lower abdomen.

Life is full of hard choices.

After about ten minutes of struggling between those two feelings, he finally gave up, got up, and rushed to the bathroom next door.

After changing clothes and washing, he went down to the first floor and picked up some ingredients to cook Feynapotter noodles.

This time, he had no intention of using the meat sauce he had bought, but he wanted to try the meat paste he had made two days ago. This was the meat paste he carefully selected from the ingredients based on his memory. Although there was ultimately a difference in ingredients between the two worlds, preventing it from fully replicating the original flavor, Klein still felt quite good after tasting it.

Not long after she had a bowl of Feynapotter noodles with seasoning and meat paste, she found a very beautiful morning.

In keeping with the traditions of this world, he browsed the newspaper while eating, and he checked whether the Eye of Wisdom had placed an advertisement first.

Based on her late-night thinking yesterday, Klein decided to have some fun today, so she considered whether she should go to a concert, opera, or a play.

Tickets to the many music halls in West Borough, Hillston Borough, and Cherwood Borough are at least six soli, and if it is a famous musician, then they will even be on the pound order. Music halls that cater specifically to the common folk range from six to nine pence. Those open to the poor with spare money in East Borough need only a penny. Klein flips through relevant material to choose his entertainment options for the day.

At that moment, he heard the doorbell ring.

Ding dong's.