Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

In the end, Esther had to help the drunk Mary out of the "Toucan Bar". Fortunately, Mary was not much taller than Esther, otherwise she would have hung on Esther's head like a sloth. .

Since there were two malicious stalkers behind her, Esther found a nearby hotel and got into it. She asked for a guest room through her smooth communication, and the two stalkers did not follow her. .

"You're so rude, you just pump yourself so hard just because I'm here..." Esther finally let Mary lie down on the bed, and then sat on the low sofa next to her, helplessly closing her eyes and taking a nap to relax.

She wasn't going to sleep tonight. Seeing how drunk Mary was, Esther didn't know whether she was too brave or whether she was overwhelmed by Alexander's "cram school" on the ship.

Anyway, we were just staying in this ordinary hotel for one night, and we couldn’t let Mary act like this again tomorrow.

The crimson moonlight filtered in from the window, and Esther gradually opened her eyes. The light spots from her hair quietly floated out and quickly scattered into the walls of the room.

That vague sense of voyeurism quickly disappeared.

The other party is not just following us. This feels very strange. Someone is using spiritual means to detect our whereabouts? No, my words will not be affected, but Mary seems to have no means of protection against occult divination. The two of us are acting together...

Esther took off her gloves and saw a brief flash of dark green light on the feather-like patterns on the back of her hands. She sighed and put her gloves back on again.

Fortunately, there were no abnormalities after that night. Except for Mary getting up in the middle of her sleep and rolling out of bed crying to go to the bathroom, the rest of the time was quite peaceful.

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"My divination was blocked by the other party."

His long black curly hair was spread on the ground. This dark-skinned young man, who was obviously from Bailang, was kneeling on the ground respectfully. It was not until he heard these words that he raised his head towards the man sitting on the chair:

"Do we need to inform the believers that they are wanted? Lord 'Pale Hand'?"

The man sitting on the chair has a stern face, without any wrinkles on his face, and his true age cannot be seen, but the man's weathered eyes are cold and dark, without light, as if he is a dead person who has no warmth but is breathing.

When he spoke, his voice was as cold as a corpse: "Pursuit in secret, don't rush to contact."

"Two people or one of them?"

After two seconds of silence, the man stood up from his chair and said, "My soul can't determine who is more important. Keep an eye on these two people."

The young man lowered his head again: "Yes."

"Don't let ordinary believers know too much, just let them pay attention. They may have clues about the relics of God, and we can't let the royal family notice it."

The young man's body trembled violently, but he suppressed his surprise and curiosity. It was not until the man's figure disappeared from the room, and the pressure that made him chill disappeared, that the young man straightened up with awe.

"The Bones of God..."

His eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he was so excited that he burst into tears.

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Jeremiah Carnard took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was accustomed to using very strict etiquette standards to require himself to at least maintain a superficial sense of decorum.

As for the blood-stained shirts, just change them later. Everyone will take a shower and change clothes before leaving. This is the rule of the dinner party, and the host has strict requirements for them to conceal their whereabouts.

This "night banquet" has almost come to an end.

The pretty young girl who was lying across the long table was no longer breathing. Jeremiah raised his hand and closed her eyelids, blocking her hazel eyes that were almost torn apart by fear. His actions left several blood marks on the girl's face, making her already pale face even more pitiful.

Jeremiah raised his head and looked up at the glass roof of the luxurious restaurant.

The host who holds the gathering will deliberately choose a sunny day, open the roof designed with glass windows during the "night banquet", extinguish all the candles, and let the beautiful crimson light embrace all the participants.

The unique red moon is the belief of the participants, but there are exceptions from different sects, so not everyone will eat.

For example, the old woman with messy black hair and a haggard face was sitting next to the head of the host's house. Her unkempt hair was so sloppy that it might be hiding fleas. She kept glaring at the table with disgust. She looked at the blood stains on the tablecloth with disdain at the several vampires present, including Jeremiah who had just wiped his mouth clean.

This old woman exudes unrestrained malice. She seems to hate everyone equally. Even when the brown-haired middle-aged man at the head of the long table talks to her, the malice in the old woman only increases. reduce.

Jeremiah could only hear a few words, most of which were matters within the sect and had nothing to do with him.

The believers of the Primordial Moon were not the group with the most say within the school. Jeremiah knew a little bit of history, not much, but it was enough for him to understand the marginal status of his own group of members. So even if the host didn't like the old woman even more, he wouldn't say anything about her attitude, and all they discussed were plans related to the school's actions.

Jeremiah waited silently for the sipping sounds of the others to stop. The master had nothing to order them tonight, so he summoned two blood servants. Everyone followed the usual "night banquet" procedures, went to bathe and change clothes, and left the banquet hall where the body temperature was getting colder.

However, nearly an hour later, Jeremiah, led by the blood servant, came alone to the reception room where the master's house was located. It was located underground and could effectively isolate the scorching sunshine of Balam during the day.

"You said you wanted to find me alone. What's the matter?"

This middle-aged gentleman had put on a loose rose-colored robe at this time. His fair complexion and deep and handsome facial features showed that he came from the northern continent. His eyes were scarlet and cold, although there was a robe on his face. He was smiling but there was no smile in his eyes.

The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand, and Jeremiah could smell the smell of blood that was more spiritually powerful, which made him instinctively swallow the saliva secreted from his mouth.

Jeremiah lowered his head, touched his chest and saluted, not daring to look at the middle-aged man: "Dear Sir, I met a very strange lady today."

"oh?"

Jeremiah's head lowered, and he heard the middle-aged man's doubts and dissatisfaction: "She has a strange smell, which is very different from ordinary people's blood. Although she is quite harmless on the surface, after a brief contact, Suddenly, I felt a premonition of extreme danger in her."

"There is no shortage of strange people in West Balam. You should know this very well, Jeremiah. If it is just a small matter, there is no need for you to take up my rest time." The middle-aged man took a sip of the blood in the cup. It made his lips blush brightly, and he looked at the young man in front of him with great disapproval.

"But she gave me a very strange feeling, so I turned on my spiritual vision and saw light in her."

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped shaking the cup: "Light."

"Yes, sir. It's like the vague scene we felt more than a month ago. That time everyone received the revelation of the original moon. This is an unprecedented situation..."

The middle-aged man pointed his finger on the armrest and fell into deep thought.

Of course he remembered that night, when two idiots failed to withstand the crimson that was poured down on them in the prayer room, and in the end he had to deal with them himself to prevent others from discovering the secret meeting he had held.

Jeremiah waited quietly for the middle-aged man's next instructions. He knew that this man's belief in the original moon was not as fanatical as other believers, but Jeremiah also believed that he would not care. Because each of them has experienced prayer, they have all been bathed in crimson under the gaze of the red moon.

As for those who failed to persevere, it was natural for them to be abandoned.

"Can you recognize her?"

"The smell of her blood is quite strange, and we can easily identify it. I have memorized her appearance, including the lady who was traveling with her. I did a little research before attending the 'Night Banquet' and walked with her The person in question is the pirate on the 'Clover', and the reward is 1,400 gold pounds for 'The Pearl' Mary."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "This is beyond my expectation. You seem to be very capable of taking action, Jeremiah."

"Because I have a hunch that this is a very important thing..."

"You think I don't care about this, do you?" The smile that had been hanging on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, replaced by Hanshuang.

Jeremiah's body trembled suddenly: "I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean it at all!"

He didn't even have the guts to open his mouth and explain a few more sentences, and a drop of cold sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead.

The middle-aged man tapped his fingers on the wall of the goblet for a moment, then he drank the cold blood in the glass and smiled again: "But you did nothing wrong. This is indeed something worthy of attention. Especially not letting people from the Rose School of thought know..."

Jeremiah breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up again: "Then what should I do next?"

"I remember that you also developed your own blood servant?"

"Yes, my lord, both of them are locals."

The middle-aged man placed the goblet on the round table at hand: "That's not right. You should follow it carefully and let the two blood servants test their background as extraordinary people. Anyway, as long as you give priority to protecting yourself, the blood servants will be more or less successful. No matter how much, I don’t care about the loss.”

Jeremiah bit his lip and nodded: "I understand."

"Since you have this heart, I will leave this matter to you and behave well."

Hearing these words, Jeremiah's eyes immediately ignited with greedy enthusiasm: "I will definitely find out!"

After the ambitious mixed-race young man left, Jeremiah frowned and twirled the iron-gray ring on his thumb:

"This guy is really confused about the situation... Having ambition is a good thing, but if you dedicate yourself too eagerly, you will only become a sacrifice that is easier to use."