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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 · Bücher und Literatur
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Chapter 37:Next Week

Saturday night had already arrived and in the shadows of the living room of Sasha and Nathan's house, Adryan in his Mr. Holmes suit came out of the shadows with a large bag slung over his shoulder.

'What a fucking day' the redhead thought tiredly as he took off his mask and placed the bag on the ground.

Taking off his black windbreaker, the redhead went to the laundry room to wash it because it was stained with blood.

After spreading the windbreaker on a clothesline, Adryan returned to the living room and opened the bag he had brought.

The inside of this bag was filled with money which caused a smile to form on Adryan's face.

'Thanks, Edgar,I'll use all of this very well~' the redhead thought as he closed the bag again and, taking it, went to the bathroom.

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Leaving the bathroom after putting the bag in the City of Calamities and reconnecting to the fire soldier, Adryan left the bathroom again and went to the living room and lay down on the sofa.

Looking at the ceiling of the room and extending his left hand to this Adryan flexed his forearm causing the hidden blade to come out and thanks to the red moonlight Adryan could see his red eyes reflected in the blade.

'After I killed so many Creed members including their leader I also destroyed their base so that should be the end of this gang, with no one to lead them and without a base they will be like headless chickens.'

Remembering another thing that made Adryan's brows frown, he stopped flexing his forearm allowing the blade to slip beneath his wrist again.

'I couldn't find any trace of kidnapped people, much less a hidden jail, it's certain that Edgar has already sent his batch to Capim, that would explain the large amount of money that was there'

Clenching his fist tightly, Adryan only growled under his breath as he stared at the ceiling.

'At least I made sure his death was slow and painful for all he'd done, also he won't be able to kidnap anyone else but it's not like this has changed anything' Adryan thought heavily.

This was the worst of times, no matter if he destroyed all of Backlund's kidnapping gangs, the King would find another way to get people.

Sighing again, Adryan settled back on the sofa and closed his eyes to try to sleep.

It was of no use to him to have such depressing thoughts so instead of spending the night with his mind it was better to rest.

Although Adryan just managed to fall asleep 2 hours later...

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Waking up early, Adryan opened his eyes and looking out the window he saw that the sun had not yet risen and it was still dark outside.

Getting up and stretching a bit, Adryan went to the bathroom but this time he did relieve himself.

It was still a little early for Sasha and Nathan to get up so grabbing Friday's newspaper Adryan sat on the sofa and began to read.

While reading a smile formed on Adryan's face who even let out a small laugh.

-Explosion at Backlund Bridge....-

-Any information is wanted related to a man called Mr. Holmes, he always wears a black windbreaker and a mask whose eyes and mouth seem to be in an eternal scream, any information will be rewarded with 50 pounds...information must be delivered in the Lucky Bar...-

'It seems that the Machinery Hivemind wants to know a little about me? I'm flattered' Adryan thought as he closed the newspaper.

'Can't wait to read today's paper, what I wouldn't give to see their faces.'

Letting out another light laugh, Adryan looked out the window again and his smile slowly faded.

Today was Sunday morning and the redhead knew what that meant.

'Zhou Mingrui should come down from Sefirah Castle next week or the next so I have to start thinking of a way to join the Tarot Club' tapping his finger on his leg, Adryan thought.

'Maybe if I say an honorific name that points to him it might pique his curiosity and let me in, after all he still doesn't have the trauma of 0-08 so he's still not that careful.'

Before he could think of other plans, his stomach growled.

Shaking his head, Adryan just left those thoughts for later now he had to focus on something more important.

It was breakfast time and he hadn't had any dinner so it would be a well loaded breakfast.

'I hope Nathan and Sasha like pancakes and waffles...'

Grabbing the egg and milk, Adryan thought as he began to cook.

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"Thank you very much for the food, boss, it's delicious" Sasha said with her mouth half full and Nathan didn't reprimand the woman because he was too busy eating.

"It's a pleasure" Adryan replied calmly as he drank a cup of black coffee.

'How I wish I could accompany this meal with a very cold cup of chocolate' Adryan thought somewhat sadly as he remembered how he drank liters and liters of that drink of the gods.

'Maybe when I get home I can make some,' Adryan thought as he took another sip of the coffee and then put some of the pancake in his mouth.

So the three of them ate in silence but it was more partly that Sasha and Nathan were too busy eating while Adryan didn't like to talk over breakfast.