Lord of Mysteries: The Traveler

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After forcing himself to stop dwelling on thoughts that unsettled his mind and could lead to a meaningless death, Florent flipped to the last pages of the journal...

Even a clueless teenager would easily understand the dates of the full moon and blood moon for the coming years from the calendar Martin had drawn.

Perhaps it was this calendar, infused with a father's love, that had kept Florent from being easily killed by the ever-present dangers during the years he was constantly on the verge of losing control.

Sure enough, after studying it, Florent closed his eyes. July 6th, 1183, was the date of this month's full moon.

At that time, 'Mr Doorʼs' voice would pierce through space, subjecting all descendants of the Abraham family to indescribable agony.

Sighing, he snapped back to reality.

Though he felt sorrow for the suffering of Florent(original) and Martin, the current Florent was in no position to avenge them. He couldn't even begin to plan or entertain the thought.

Regaining his composure, he took the notebook to his bedroom. Following the contents of the black leather notebook, he retrieved the calendars for 1184 and 1185 from his desk and home collection, marking out all the dates of the full moon and blood moon for the next three years.

Though Florent was eager to delve into the astrological knowledge in the journal, his immediate priority wasn't learning.

After receiving the notice from elder Levi, Florentʼs previously calm mindset about advancing was thrown into disarray...

Now, he had to prepare for the possibility of losing all support from the Abraham family and still manage to advance smoothly.

As for how to enter the wild world of mysticism, he wasn't sure, but his father had known. Martin had recorded the knowledge passed down from his father in a journal.

Florent still remembered the name of the journal because it was located in the bottom right corner of the secret cabinet, and the title on the title page had left a deep impression on him:

<...The Rise of a Genius~ Martin Abraham's Path to Divinity...>

Perhaps it was the long-cherished wish of the Abrahams... Martin himself had also been influenced by his father from a young age, dreaming of leading the family to rise to prominence again...

And now, Florent, through the yellowed pages of this time-worn book, picked up the dream his father had abandoned.

To cut a long story short, Martin entered the mystical world after digesting the 'Apprentice' potion. At the age of fifteen, a time of boundless curiosity, Martin was taken by his father to a small tavern in the Winston district called the Flame Axe...

This little tavern became Martin's favorite gateway into the mystical world.

The 'Flame Axe Tavern' was a small gathering place for extraordinary individuals, hosted by a mysterious organization. Though it was unclear who exactly ran it, Martin knew the founder was no ordinary person, as this gathering was just a branch of a larger assembly.

Entry to this small gathering was primarily through recommendations from the tavern's owner.

To join the larger gathering, one had to become part of the organization, which had rapidly gained fame among Trier's Beyonder community over the past decade.

Though it was a small gathering, the items traded there sometimes included main ingredients for Sequence 6 and even auxiliary ingredients for Sequence 5.

Martin never worried about being scammed, as the larger organization hosted three such gatherings in Trier, each overseen by a 'Notary'.

Though the Notaries wore iron masks, it was rumored that there were at least two of them, as someone had attended two small gatherings and noticed clear differences.

The 'Notary' was a Sequence 6 of the 'Sun' Pathway...

The presence of two or more Notaries outside the 'Eternal Blazing Sun' Church's sphere indicated the strength of this mysterious organization.

After being introduced to the mystical world by his father, Martin gained much from these gatherings.

Beyond advancing his sequence, with his father's guidance, he navigated several crises. Danger and opportunity coexisted here, and Martin came to see this little tavern as the symbol of his entry into the mystical world.

Even after more than a decade, Florent could still feel Martin's joy from that time.

Beyond this gathering, Martin also recorded other methods and details of entering mystical gatherings in his journal, though he felt they weren't as helpful.

In this world, those most likely to access the mystical world were minor nobles and wealthy merchants. The major nobles had no need, while those below the merchant class had no means.

In gatherings of minor nobles and wealthy merchants, after befriending three or four people, one could gradually guide the conversation toward the desire to enter the mystical world. By asking enough friends and trying various leads, one could find one or more paths into the mystical world.

It was in such an environment that Martin participated in other Beyonder gatherings. Though these gatherings weren't as high-level as the Flame Axe Tavern's, having multiple avenues was always worth the effort.

Alternatively, one could become a mercenary, scouring taverns in commoner or even slum districts for potential Beyonder gatherings.

This method was time-consuming and laborious, and if luck wasn't on your side, you might never find one... a guide to a Beyonder gathering was never easy to come by.

After carefully reading through this unforgettable notebook, Florent decided not to delay any longer. He would head to the Beyonder gathering now...

Though such gatherings usually took place at night, informing the tavern owner of his desire to join was better than being unprepared.

After reviewing what he needed to bring and checking himself, Florent walked straight out of the house.

While waiting on the spacious road, he glanced at the mailbox... Taking a key he should have used yesterday, he decided to check if there was any mail for him this morning.

To his surprise, there was a letter with a white envelope and blue wax seal inside the mailbox. The name around the seal read: Quevedo Heim...

What surprised Florent was that he had only just reunited with Quevedo yesterday, yet today he already received a letter from him.

Such enthusiasm was hard to imagine, and it gave Florent a new understanding of his new friend's personality.

However, the ringing of the carriage bells didn't allow him to open the letter immediately. After some thought, he tucked it into his wide pocket, waved to the ringing carriage, and upon its stop, stated his destination.

With endless curiosity about the letter's contents, Florent gradually disappeared down Corson Street in the carriage...