Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 629 Participants

Leaving aside the dark continent without light, in the outside world the sun rises and sets, and time does not stop for anyone's predicament.

It was a new week again. As the clock turned day after day, it gradually approached three o'clock in the afternoon, at least according to the standard time of Loen Backlund.

And in a luxurious villa belonging to Earl Hall in the Queens borough of this city, a blonde girl leaned back in an armchair, gently rubbing the head of the big golden retriever beside her. Her eyes passed through the glass window at the sky outside the window with lightly floating dark clouds.

Because of various disputes, this winter seems particularly cold.

Susie rested her head on Audrey's lap, her watery eyes revealing her worry for her master. Although it was only two days, the atmosphere in the entire Backlund upper class was in chaos. Even though the Hall family did not face a disaster under the drastic changes, all this still made Audrey very confused.

The purge within the royal family has begun to spread to the aristocracy.

When Audrey sighed, glanced at the time on the grandfather clock, and wanted to get up, Susie had already stood up, walked to the side very considerately, and gently wagged her tail.

Audrey patted Susie's head again. With just a glance, Susie understood what Audrey meant. It walked towards the door, even hooked the door with its hind legs, and squatted outside Audrey's bedroom.

Audrey was full of curiosity about the king's assassination - after all, the intelligence exchanges of the Tarot Club seemed to be secretly related to this for a long time. This was a possibility she roughly figured out when reviewing everyone's psychological changes.

At the last Tarot meeting, Mr. Fool seemed to hint that today's meeting might be cancelled. Audrey was confused and naturally thought of another member. Perhaps she could learn more about the inside story from Mr. World.

It was precisely because she had just made this decision that Audrey wanted to communicate with the "world" in advance before three o'clock. In case there really was no rally today, she could also make some preparations for the upcoming regime change in Backlund and give her parents a special reminder.

Audrey assumed a prayer posture and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck..."

However, the moment Audrey finished reciting the name, a hazy gray mist appeared before her eyes. The vague figure in the mist spoke a voice she was familiar with, majestic and peaceful:
"The party will go on as usual."

This is Mr. Fool’s response!

Audrey was surprised and subconsciously whispered "Praise the Fool". After receiving no other instructions, she ended her prayer and leaned back in her armchair, waiting for three o'clock to come, thinking about the news she would share with others at the party later.

I don’t know if Mr. World will say anything. Since the assassination, there has been no news from him. I don’t even have time to meet with Xio and the others…

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A few seconds before three o'clock, an inexplicable vibration came from the deepest part of the palace hanging high in the spiritual world.

However, this kind of turbulence was limited to the palace, as if it was intentionally restrained and did not spread to the outside. Klein had seen the door with many light cocoons hanging above it slowly tilt inward during the vibration, opening a gap.

The gap was so narrow that even a person couldn't pass sideways, but it was wide enough for the unmaterialized shadows to be torn out from the deep chaos.

Then the gap was covered by the surging gray fog, as if an invisible hand gently closed it.

As for the shadow covered with strange patterns, it was like a ball of black magma that was constantly melting and bubbling, but what burst out of it were gray maggots one after another, and before falling to the ground, they had already turned into gray mist and dissipated.

When it first squeezed out from the crack in the door, it didn't even have a specific shape. It was just made up of countless worms, with layers of sticky tentacles hugging each other. It was not until it almost rolled down the first step that it became more solid and concrete.

Another layer of light emerged from the surrounding gray mist. Half of the light ball imprisoned in the crystal shell was hidden in the mist, while the other half spread out thin threads of light, draped over the twisted object.

Even though the light ball tried to weave a shell to bind the mass of matter as a whole, the effect of such "help" was significant, further stimulating the surrounding gray fog, causing it to rush and condense towards the place where the light filaments were trembling, quickly submerging the shadow composed of black worms.

Then, the fog squirmed again over the two steps and continued to roll down, finally gathering into a human figure whose head and body could be vaguely distinguished, followed by arms that swung like vines and quickly became normal, and the outlines of the legs gradually became clear, and they walked firmly down the steps in front.

The entire process of change seems complicated, but in fact it only takes a few seconds.

When the man leisurely stepped out of the gray fog that almost wrapped him into a cocoon, his body was still entangled with many threads that were torn apart by the struggle. He shook off these glittering threads expressionlessly, raised his gloved right hand, and smoothed out the twisted spiritual worms on the collar of his long windbreaker.

He had a face that both Klein and Esther would be very, very familiar with, but he shouldn't have appeared here at this moment—and definitely shouldn't have walked out from behind that door.

"The world," German Sparrow straightened the half-high silk hat on his head, and a faint smile appeared on his cold and sharp face, like a tiny stone thrown into a calm lake, which creates ripples and allows people to glimpse the foreign objects lurking deep under the water.

He was not just similar to "The World", but completely consistent with the impression that the pirate hunter left on everyone - he was Gehrman Sparrow, and everyone would subconsciously understand that this was the correct result.

The only thing that was least like "the world" about him was probably his pair of eyes, which were as pure black as ravines. They could not reflect any light at all. They were not empty, but instead contained an extremely deep darkness.

But as a faint gray mist crawled, it rose from his feet and spread out, obscuring the man's face, and the last bit of incongruous feature completely disappeared.

The World raised his hand, and the crystal ball flew into his palm without any resistance.

"You woke me up a little early."

The ball of light showed a different level of submission than when it faced Klein. A buzzing sound rang out, and it responded in the same Hermes language: "Fate has other plans."

Hermann frowned and looked even more ferocious: "An accident occurred?"

"Thief."

"If it's Him, this doesn't seem too surprising."

"The World" slowly walked through the hall surrounded by gray fog, walked towards the long bronze table, sat on the high-backed chair at the end of the table, then let go of its hand, allowing the ball of light to fly up again and hang above the long table as usual.

Hermann looked at the empty seat across the table, as if smiling at another absent self.

"Well, let's start today's Tarot Club."

The moment the word "World" fell, several red stars flickered, extending the figures of the Tarot Club members, making several people appear in their respective seats.

I can’t…wait…any more…