Lord of the Mysteries — Extra: An Ordinary Person’s Daily Life P6

An Ordinary Person’s Daily Life (6)

Great existence… Hearing Vernal’s words, certain memories hidden in the deepest recesses of Barton’s heart surged forth all at once.

This made it impossible for him to suppress his fear. His feet retreated several steps beyond his control.

During that archaeological activity many years ago, all his nightmares had begun from seeing similar descriptions!

Just as Barton’s body trembled and he wanted to turn around and flee, Pacheco Dawn, the deputy supervisor of the Compliance Department, actually took the initiative to ask Vernal a question:

“Since you have already sensed the will of that great existence, why not reconcile with the Fourth Epoch survivors who are pursuing you?”

Vernal’s breathing abruptly grew heavier, as if faint, pale-white mist were being sprayed from his nose.

His voice rose with it.

“They do not believe with their whole hearts. They still hold something back!”

As Vernal spoke, within the half-collapsed house, a pale mist so thin it was nearly invisible spread out, emitting a strong scent of blood.

Barton seemed to understand something, but he was in no mood to think about it.

He only wanted to leave this place, to escape the danger that was about to surge forth.

Pacheco, however, remained quite calm. He looked at Vernal and asked in an approachable manner, “You kept visiting Mr. Barton and wrote to the Foundation. What help are you hoping we can provide?”

Hearing this, Barton froze.

If this were a different occasion, he would absolutely have assumed that Pacheco was asking Vernal what kind of legal assistance he required!

At a time like this, aren’t there only two choices left? Either run away and call the police, or draw a weapon and shoot or club Vernal… Barton was filled with confusion over Pacheco’s handling of the matter.

With pale mist twining around his nose and mouth, and light gray radiance flowing in his eyes, Vernal felt no resistance toward this kind of exchange. His expression settled, and his tone carried a slight sense of dignity.

“Two things.

“First, take this item to the suburbs and return at dusk.”

As he spoke, Vernal tossed out a glass bottle with a slender neck.

The glass bottle seemed extremely sturdy. Even though it fell to the ground and struck stone, it showed not the slightest damage.

Inside it was filled with pale-white, thin, almost illusory mist.

In that instant, Barton keenly noticed Pacheco’s body stiffen slightly, as though the deputy supervisor of the Compliance Department had sensed something unusual.

Vernal did not observe their reactions and continued, “Second, while collecting antiquities, help me search for items similar to this.”

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper from his clothes and unfolded it.

Drawn upon the paper was a uniquely shaped lamp. It looked like a miniature kettle, with a wick extending from its spout.

“…No problem.” After two seconds of silence, Pacheco answered in a somewhat deeper voice, different from before.

“That is good. Haha, don’t you think our meeting was not a coincidence?” Vernal then dropped the piece of paper and leapt up, jumping onto the higher part of the half-collapsed house.

Like a baboon, he climbed and jumped with agility, quickly disappearing from Barton and Pacheco’s sight.

“What do we do next…” Barton turned his head toward the deputy supervisor of the Compliance Department.

He stopped before finishing because he discovered that Pacheco was standing rigidly in place, breathing extremely heavily.

Besides that, thick, coarse black curls faintly grew from Pacheco’s body, and his muscles swelled, stretching his black woolen coat tight.

…Monster… Monster… Barton’s pupils dilated sharply, as though he wanted to see Pacheco’s current appearance clearly.

In the blink of an eye, the abnormalities on Pacheco’s body vanished. He let out a long breath.

“We will wait here.”

“…Should we pick them up?” Barton pointed at the slender-necked bottle and the paper on the ground.

The corners of Pacheco’s mouth moved slightly.

“You may pick them up.

“But afterward, you must keep a certain distance from me.”

Barton blurted, “The mist inside that glass bottle affects you?”

“There are some things which, even if you cannot be certain of them, are best not recklessly tested,” Pacheco still did not give a direct answer.

Communicating with him really is exhausting… Barton thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of the slender-necked bottle and the paper.

Just as he bent down and took hold of those two items, a faint light suddenly lit up before his eyes.

Immediately afterward, a pair of boots appeared in his field of vision.

One of the boots had a long, pointed, upturned toe, while the other resembled the currently fashionable round-toed boot, as though they belonged to two different people.

Barton’s heart tightened. He abruptly straightened and looked ahead.

Opposite him stood a woman.

She wore a long dress divided into two halves: one side complicated, the other simple; one side containing many colors, the other pure black.

This asymmetrical attire instantly made Barton instinctively irritable. He wanted to tear off the woman’s clothes and give her a normal skirt and a pair of normal boots.

This impulse contained not the slightest male desire to violate a woman. It came purely from dislike and revulsion toward that aesthetic.

After forcibly enduring the discomfort, Barton finally shifted his gaze to the woman’s head.

She had a rather beautiful face, a high nose bridge, full lips, and rare deep-gray eyes. She looked between twenty and thirty.

Barton felt no sense of being dazzled by her beauty. Instead, he found her appearance indescribably strange.

After several seconds, he finally understood the source of that strangeness:

The woman’s face lacked expression. She did not look like a real person, but closer to a wax figure.

“Vernal has already left.” The deputy supervisor of the Compliance Department, Pacheco, seemed to have fully recovered and took the initiative to speak.

The woman’s gaze swept across the slender-necked bottle and the paper in Barton’s hands.

“What did he ask you to do?”

“Take this bottle to the suburbs and return at dusk. In addition, help him search for the item drawn on the paper,” Pacheco answered quite frankly, adopting a posture of unwillingness to make an enemy of her.

The woman nodded.

“Give me the bottle.”

After she said this, Barton felt as though he had heard an irresistible command and instinctively threw the slender-necked bottle toward her.

“Are you a member of the Tamara family?” Pacheco seized this opportunity to ask.

The woman caught the slender-necked bottle, lowered her head, and glanced at it.

“I didn’t expect anyone to still remember us.”

Pacheco smiled in response.

“In truth, from the end of the Fourth Epoch until now, there have always been members of the Tamara family active in the world. They are simply very few in number.

“Have you heard of the Spirit Knowledge Society?”

“They are them. We are us.” After answering simply, the woman’s body swiftly faded, vanishing into thin air.