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Lord of Mysteries:Fire of Destruction

A world thats rushing towards a dark ending. An slave traveler that yearns for his freedom. A fire that will consume anyone who stays behind. Will he be able to break the chains that bound him and reach the peak or will he just die like a sheep waiting to be slaughter. Wach him rise from the bottom and tries to discover why he came here. To save the world or rush it to that dark ending. This is a story of a traveler _________________________________________ Notes-Welcome to all new readers. This story was first published in the Novels section and only recently I have moved it to the fanfic part, in case you are wondering why there are two stories with the same name, that is why. I want to say that I am not a professional and that English is not my mother tongue so I hope you can forgive me for any spelling mistakes.

TheWitnes · Book&Literature
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Chapter 69:Arrival at the Party

"If I have to say it, without a doubt this suit is beautiful but it still hurts me that it was so expensive..."

Looking at himself in the mirror of his room, Adryan was checking that his appearance was adequate.

While fixing his red hair, Adryan began to think about the classes he had with Isengar in the morning.

The Detective had told him that he would have to practice more with his tongue to be able to pronounce better some of the ancient Hermes words, but for anything other than that his progress was very good.

'Thank you very much for the weird compliment, I suppose...' the redhead thought in his mind as he made movements with his mouth as if he were speaking, repeating the words that were most difficult for him.

Giving a last touch to his hair and pinning the last button of his shirt, the redhead looked in the mirror and nodded to his appearance.

His red hair was combed back giving him an elegant appearance, as always he had no beard keeping his face clean of any hair.

His red eyes together with his eyebrows gave him an exotic air that made people feel attracted to him.

Holding his new hat in his right hand, the redhead flexed his left forearm and a blade came out from under his wrist.

Nodding to this the redhead stopped flexing allowing the blade to hide again, the redhead looked at the clock and seeing that it was 16:40 pm he left his house.

Closing the door as he put on his hat, Adryan calmly walked towards a public carriage as it headed towards the West Borough.

The driver left him at the entrance of this and after paying he left as quickly as possible from there.

'You look like you're being chased by a mad dog at night, sir.' With a light laugh, Adryan watched the carriage drive away very quickly although he supposed it made sense.

It was, after all, an upper-class residential area, belonging to the wealthiest nobles and magnates.

'If I remember correctly the Royal Museum should be around here could I try to steal the Card of Blasphemy?'

Letting out another loud laugh, the redhead denied that crazy idea.

Not only was the Museum watched every hour of the day by mid-sequence official beyonders, but to top it off, a daughter was looking for clues about her father and she will not hesitate to kidnap him to get everything she needs from him.

Klein only managed to escape from Bernadette because he had gone with his spirit body and he only had to break the connection to escape without her being able to do anything about it.

That a sequence 7 beyonder made a sequence 3 saint look like a fool was certainly something that could be written for posterity....

But Adryan wasn't Klein, he was just sequence 8 and he wouldn't have the slightest chance of escaping if he tried to do that stupid thing.

His destiny would only be 2: One that the official beyonders catch him or Two that Bernadette catches him.

Two destinations that he was not interested in reaching.

He had planned to find his Honorific Name to be able to store things in the City of Calamities as if it were a giant closet like Klein.

But he hoped to digest all of his potion before attempting to do so since he had barely entered the City of Calamities even though he didn't need to use an incantation to do so.

He only enters when it was necessary for fear of attracting unpleasant existences or when it was the only way to save himself, being the only time so far when he managed to escape the True Creator's Rap by using the City of Calamities as a shield against it.

Maybe the fact that he doesn't need to say any incantations to enter should be a bad sign but Adryan never tried to find out the reason of this.

The last time he let his curiosity get the best of him he almost died so ever since that last dance with death he tried to be much more careful.

Leaving that aside, the redhead looked at the clear sky in this area.

The difference between the areas of Backlund was certainly disgusting being the fact that the rich area had a beautiful clear sky while the poor area was always cloudy with toxic clouds.

Letting out a slight grunt, Adryan meditated a bit to calm his heart before moving on towards his destination.

So with a slight whistle that had the tone of Tapion's ocarina he was on his way to the mansion where the party was to be held.

It had been a long journey but Adryan managed to reach the mansion at 5:13 pm, about 3 more minutes than Isaac had told him but it wouldn't affect that at all.

Handing over his invitation to a butler of the mansion and after checking that he did not have any weapons,he was allowed entry and the redhead had the corners of his mouth raised with satisfaction, the idea of ​​the hidden blade had worked wonders and those who checked him didn't notice anything.

Following another butler to the great room where the party was being held, the redhead was able to see firsthand what the luxuries of the nobles were.

The walls were finely decorated with beautiful paintings framed in expensive materials, as well as a beautiful carpet and fine furniture.

'At least they know how to decorate' was the redhead's thought as they reached the end of the hall in front of a large open door where he could smell the good food and wine as well as listening to light music to give it atmosphere.

Adjusting his hat better, Adryan entered the large hall where the party was being held.