[Soft Paper: "It's rare to see a Lord of Mysteries' fic. Here's a suggestion: As time passes and circumstances change, be open to moving away from the 22 paths of the original book. As the protagonist, you should carve out a unique path that suits your identity. This will make you truly stand out and reflect your talent.
"For example, if it were me, I would create the Poor God Sequence."]
This is serious nonsense. Seth felt the muscles in his cheeks twitch slightly.
[Melancholy Pancake: "If you choose the hunter path, be prepared for Sequence 7 to require choosing a partner; otherwise, ************."]
Hunter path, Sequence 7, has to choose a partner. Why?
The watcher has explained the reason, but unfortunately, the information was blocked.
After reading the watcher's messages, Seth picked up the 'Book of Mysteries' quill and scratched the writing on the previous message board.
The message board quickly cleared, and Seth wrote a new message after some thought.
[Knowledgeable watchers, I want to learn about the history of the Abraham family and the Tudor Empire. Thank you. I want to express my heartfelt thanks to every watcher who has helped.]
After writing this, Seth felt his spirituality rapidly diminishing, causing a tingling pain in his head. He quickly dismissed the summoning and saw the time on the pocket watch resume. The dust continued drifting in the sunlight, and everything returned to normal.
Seth rubbed his brows, realizing why he felt mentally exhausted whenever he summoned the 'Book of Mysteries.'
Whether reading messages or writing on the message board, it consumed his spirituality.
Judging from the knowledge authority on the cover, this authority may increase, and accessing more secret information will consume more spirituality.
Sure enough, there's no such thing as a free lunch. He shook his head and said to himself, Unfortunately, for some reason, my mother doesn't want to mention that family or even the history of the Tudor Empire.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have to waste a message board use.
He opened the closet, changed into formal clothes, and left his bedroom.
Today's occult course ended at ten in the morning. Anilu opened the wooden door with symbols engraved on it and said with a smile, "You have mastered the Hermes language. There are some books in this room. If you're free, you can take a look at them. They will be helpful for your studies in the mysteries.
"Take a rest these two days. Next Monday, I'll start teaching you ritual magic and making talismans."
"Okay, enjoy your time. I must find your father; we won't return for lunch."
It sounded like a date. Seth smiled and said, "Have fun, Mom."
Annabelle hurried off as soon as his mother left as if she had something urgent to do.
Could she also have an appointment? Speaking of which, she's already sixteen, and having a date at this age is normal. Seth let go of his thoughts and picked a copy of The Myth of Creation in his mother's cabin, planning to return to his room to read.
In the corridor, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps, smelled the faint fragrance of a girl, and then heard a somewhat anxious voice calling him.
"Mr. Seth, please wait a moment."
Seth turned his head and saw his sister's maid, Arya.
By noon, Qingyu Road was already bustling. Street vendors sold pan-fried fish, oyster soup, and Dixie pies everywhere. The sound of their hawking echoed through the roads and alleys, attracting the attention of passersby.
A newsboy in a peaked cap pulled down very low and trotted across the gravel pavement, occasionally dodging dirty water poured directly from doorways. He passed old and patched-up bums and turned into a dark and damp alley.
"No. 78. No. 78, here."
The newsboy found a small building and entered. The air in the corridor was a mix of various odors: urine, sweat, mustiness, and burning wood. The combination was overwhelming, causing the newsboy to cover their nose.
He found a closed door, looked around, and then pressed his hand against the wall by the door.
The wall suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, forming a vague, insubstantial door. The newsboy leaned forward, ready to pass through the door.
Suddenly, a voice from the shadows of the aisle spoke, "Is this the extraordinary ability of the apprentice?"
The newsboy shuddered. "Who!"
A figure quickly materialized and walked into the sunlight, streaming through the window into the corridor.
The breeze from the window gently blew his short black hair, a faint smile flickered in his dark blue eyes, and a faint scar under his left eye, resembling a tear stain, marked his face with deep and sharp lines.
The young man, dressed in formal attire, carrying a cane, and wearing a top hat, stood out in the gloomy environment.
The newsboy relaxed. "Seth? Why are you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to look for you. Arya is very worried about you, my dear sister," Seth replied, twirling his cane as he walked forward, eyeing the illusory doorway.
"However, let's go inside and talk unless you want to be seen by people."
"After you." Seth stopped before the gate, raising his arm with a smile.
Disguised as a newsboy, Annabelle lowered her head and stepped through the gate, followed by Seth. It felt like passing through a curtain of water, and they found themselves standing in a small room.
The blurry door vanished, and she removed her peaked cap, letting her brilliant blond hair cascade down like a waterfall. She looked at her brother with her hands on her hips. "Did Arya tell you I was here?"
Seth glanced around. "Isn't it obvious? So Arya's mother is missing. No wonder she seemed upset two days ago."
"But I didn't expect you to come to help her investigate. It seems you care about her."
She snorted. "I'm just interested in the matter. I heard that several people have gone missing on Qingyi Road recently. Workers, homeless people, people like Arya's mother who live alone."
"Not very honest, sister," Seth teased, his nose twitching as he detected a faint floral fragrance.
It was more than just his hunter's keen sense of smell; it was a problematic scent for others to notice.
"It's a relaxing smell, a little sweet and greasy. It seems to be the scent of moonflowers."