The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 6's

Not only did they speak the same Loen language, they also shared the same gloomy and tense vibe.

where'sme? What am I planning here? calming himself, Zhou Mingrui quietly repeated the question asked by the two.

What left the deepest impression on him was not the sentence formed by the words or meaning behind it, but the display of confusion, vigilance, panic, and respect from the couple!

For some puzzling reason, two people are mysteriously dragged into this world surrounded by a gray fog. As the perpetrator, Zhou Mingrui was already feeling extremely astonished and shocked, let alone the couple being pulled into this mess completely passively!

To them, such events and encounters might already be beyond their imagination, right?

For a moment, Zhou Mingrui thought of two options: The first option was to pretend to be a victim in order to hide his true identity, and in turn gain considerable trust. He can then take a wait-and-see approach and take advantage of his circumstances if necessary. Another option was to maintain his mysterious identity in the eyes of the couple. He can then influence later developments while gathering valuable information from them.

Without the luxury of time to consider the situation, he grasped the thoughts that flashed through his mind. He made the decision immediately to try a second idea.

Utilize the psychological state of others to gain the greatest benefit for himself!

After a few seconds of silence in the fog, Zhou Mingrui chuckled. In a low but not heavy tone, he calmly spoke as if he was replying to a polite greeting from the visitors, "An effort."

An effort ... an effort? Audrey Hall looked at the mysterious man shrouded in a grayish-white mist, and the only thought was that whatever was happening was absurd, funny, horrible, and strange.

She was at the dressing table inside her room a moment ago. But just by turning around, he had "come" to this place filled with gray fog!

How unimaginable!

Audrey took a breath, showing a polite and perfect smile. He asked somewhat agitatedly, "Master, is the experiment over? Can you let us go back?"

Algerian Wilson also had the intention to investigate Zhou Mingrui in the same way, but his rich experience made him even grander. He held back his impulse and only took on the role of a silent spectator.

Zhou Mingrui looked at the questioner. Looking through the hazy mist, he could roughly see the silhouette of the person in question. It was a tall girl with fine blonde hair, but her exact face could not be seen clearly.

He did not rush to answer the girl's question but turned to look at the man. He had messy dark blue hair, as well as a moderate stature that was not considered burly.

Zhou Mingrui suddenly realized something. Once he became stronger or had a deeper understanding of the foggy world, perhaps he could see through the fog and distinguish the girl and the man.

In this situation, they are visitors, and I am the master!

After changing his mindset, Zhou Mingrui instantly noticed the details he had neglected before.

The girl with the melodious voice and the covered adult man, both of them looked extremely intangible. Tainted by a faint red color, they resembled the projected image of two deep red "stars" behind the gray fog.

This projection is based on the relationship between crimson red and himself, an intangible relationship that only he himself can realistically understand.

The projection would disappear once the connection was severed, and the couple would then return. Zhou Mingrui nodded lightly and looked at the blonde, laughing. "Of course, if you make an official request, you can come back this time as well."

When she did not identify any ill will from her tone, Audrey heaved a sigh of relief. He believed that since a man capable of such magic things had given his words, he would definitely obey him strictly.

With his somewhat calm mind, he surprisingly did not rush to ask for a leave of absence. He rolled his sharp eyes left and right, which glittered with an abnormal radiance.

He said anxiously, anticipatingly, and seduced, "It was an incredible experience. I mean—I love mysteries and supernatural wonders. No, my point is —I mean is, sir, what can I do to be a Beyonder?"

He became even more excited as he spoke, so much so that he fumbled his words. The dream that grew within him as a result of listening to such thrilling fantasies as told by the elders finally saw the possibility to materialize.

However, with just a few words, he had already forgotten all his previous fears and horrors.

Great question! I also want to know the answer. Zhou Mingrui complained inwardly.

He began to ponder the answer to that question in order to maintain his unexpected image.

At the same time, he felt unworthy to speak while standing up. Wasn't he supposed to be in the palace, sitting at the head of a long table, and in a mysterious high-backed chair carved with ancient patterns, while quietly observing his visitors?

As soon as this thought emerged, the gray fog began to churn, leaving Audrey and Algeria shocked.

In an instant, they saw a number of towering stone pillars surrounding them. Above them was a huge dome that wrapped them.

This entire building looked majestic, majestic and tall, like a legendary palace to giants.

Just below the dome where the gray fog had gathered, a long bronze table appeared with ten high-backed chairs on either side in a symmetrical arrangement, along with the chairs at the other two ends of the long table. The back of each chair was dazzling and shone faintly with a deep red color, drawing out an outline of a strange constellation that was different from reality.

Audrey and Alger sat face to face, sitting next to the Seat of Honor.

The girl looked to the side, and could not help but mutter, "How interesting …"

Zhou Mingrui extended his right hand and stroked the edge of the bronze table slightly while maintaining an unperturbed expression.

Algeria checked the surroundings, and after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly opened her mouth, and answered Audrey's question in place of Zhou Mingrui.

"If you want to become a Beyonder, join the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the Lord of Storms, or the God of Steam and Machines.

"The majority of us won't meet Beyonder all our lives. This has led the church, and even some pastors in some of the largest churches, to suspect the same. While this is the case, I am sure to tell you that Beyonders is still in the courts, courts, and institutions of execution. They were still fighting against the dangers that were growing in darkness, only their numbers were far fewer than before and during the early days of the Iron Age."

Zhou Mingrui listened attentively, but he tried his best to show himself not to pay too much attention to Algerian words, such as how he listened to children telling stories.

Relying on Klein's general knowledge of history, Zhou Mingrui knew clearly that the "Iron Age" refers to the current epoch, which was the Fifth Age that began 1349 years ago.

Audrey silently listened to Algeria finish her sentence before sighing.

"Master, I know all about what you just said; I even know more than that, including Nighthawks, Mandated Punisher, and Machinery Hivemind, but I don't want to lose my freedom."

Alger laughed out loud, and said faintly, "You can't be a Beyonder without sacrifice. If you are not considering joining the church and accepting the challenges given, you can only look for the royal family and some nobles with families. Otherwise, you can rely on your luck to search for clandestine evil organizations."

Audrey puffed her cheeks unconsciously and looked around in confusion. After confirming that both the "mysterious man" and Audrey were not paying attention to his tic, he pressed, "Is there no other solution?"

Algeria is drowning in silence. About half a minute later, he turned to look at the "mysterious man" who was watching the two of them in silence.

Realizing that Zhou Mingrui had no plans to comment on anything, he looked back at Audrey and said thoughtfully, "i have two sets of Sequence Potion formula 9."

order 9? Zhou Mingrui muttered to himself.

"really? Which two sets?" Audrey clearly knew what the Sequence 9 Potion formula meant.

Algeria leaned back slightly, and replied unhurriedly, "As you know, mankind can only rely on potions to become true Extremists, whereas the name of the herb comes from 'Blasphemy Slate.' After continuous translations into Jotun 1, Elvish, ancient and modern Hermes, and ancient Feysac, they have undergone changes to fit the day and age of that era. Its essence is not in their name, but whether they describe the 'core characteristics' of the herb.

"I have a Potion Order 9 named 'Sailor.' This allows you to have excellent balance skills. Even if you are on a boat in a rain storm, you will be able to walk freely as if you were on land.You will also get great power and illusory scales under your skin. allows you to swim like a fish and difficult to catch.You will move nimble underwater like a sea animal. Even without any equipment, you will be able to easily dive underwater for at least ten minutes."

"That sounds great... 'Sea Guard' of the Storm Sovereign?"

"It was called by that name in the past." Algeria did not stop and continued. "The second "Series of Order 9 Potions is called the 'Awlookers', although I'm not sure what their names were in the past. This set of potions allows you to have a very sharp mind with keen observation skills.I'm sure you can understand what 'audience' means from watching opera and drama. Just like the audience, the audience judges the 'actors' in the secular world, capturing glimpses of the real thoughts of them through their emotions, behaviors, and spells."

At this point, Algeria emphasized, "you must remember, regardless of whether you are at a fancy banquet or a crowded street, the audience can only be spectators forever."

Audrey's eyes shone as she listened, and spoke after a long while, "Why? All right, this is a follow-up question.I guess I've fallen in love with this feeling—become a 'audience'. How can I get this potion formula? What can I use to exchange it for you?"

Algeria seemed to be ready when he said in a deep voice, "Blood Ghost Shark, at least 100 milliliters."

Audrey nodded her head excitedly, but then asked anxiously, "If I can get it—and I say if—how do I give it to you? How can you promise me that you can give me the potion formula in return for the Ghost Shark's blood, as well as the authenticity of the formula?"

The Algerian said calmly, "i'll give you the address.I'll send you the formula, or tell you directly here, as soon as I receive the blood of the Ghost Shark."

"Regarding the promise, I think you and I can feel at ease under the testimony of the mysterious master."

As he said this, he swept his eyes towards Zhou Mingrui who was sitting upright in the Seat of Honor.

"Master, the fact that you brought us here shows that you have extraordinary powers that are unimaginable to us. None of us would dare break the promise with you as a witness."

"Fuckin' thick!" Audrey's eyes sparkled and agreed with excitement.

From his point of view, the mysterious man who possessed unimaginable abilities was clearly a "carried witness".

How could I or the person opposite me dare to deceive him!

Audrey half turned her body and looked at Zhou Mingrui earnestly.

"Sir, please be our trade witness."

At that moment, he then realized that he was too disrespectful, all this time forgetting to ask a certain question. He asked hurriedly, "Master, how should we call you?"

Algeria nodded slightly, and repeated the same question seriously, "Master, how should we call you?"

Zhou Mingrui was shocked. He gently tapped his finger on the bronze table. The contents of the previous prophecy flashed through his mind suddenly.

He leaned back, pulled his right hand, and crossed his ten fingers, putting them under his chin. He gave both of them a faint smile.

"You can call me …"

After saying this, he paused for a moment. He said kindly and calmly, "The Stupid."

Giant Language.