Lord of Mysteries: S Chapter 961: Monster

Chapter 961: Monster

"Thinking carefully, the ’options’ simulated by the Wheel of Fortune earlier only said Yaloran would be discovered by the Hidden Sage, but none of them ntioned what would happen afterward...

"Could it be that because this involves the Goddess, the Wheel of Fortune cannot ’see’ it?"

Turning the thought over, Ebner didn’t imdiately use the black gemstone at his chest. This team still had unstable factors—those had to be dealt with before eting Yaloran. Besides, for Klein’s sake, Elizabeth and Dast also deserved so protection.

As he stepped out of the room, the eldest of Wallace’s attendants hurried up, whispering: "Young Master, the night in this town is strange. Reality and dream seem to blur together... It would be best to leave quickly."

This man was Wallace’s bodyguard, a Sequence 5 ntor of Disorder.

Ebner smiled and waved a hand: "Don’t worry too much. We ca here precisely for the night of this town."

Perhaps because his tone carried too much confidence, the bodyguard was infected by his composure, thinking his young master had already prepared, and so held his tongue.

When they walked into the tavern’s main hall, everyone had returned from their free ti and was gathered around the only long table.

At that mont, one of Professor Mosal’s students was vividly recounting a supernatural incident from a past excavation, hoping to impress the two ladies.

But Elizabeth, unsettled after Dast’s warning, showed little interest. Instead, Smine, the priestess of the Church of Evernight, gasped in rhythm, helping to build the atmosphere.

"...That monster had three eyes, blank as a dead fish! And around its skull writhed black, jointed tendrils, twisting everywhere..."

Just as the student described the eerie vision with rising cadence, he spotted Ebner entering and stopped imdiately.

—Before the expedition, the original Wallace had intimidated them with "dragon’s might," so aside from Professor Mosal, his three students, including Elizabeth, all harbored subconscious fear of the "patron."

That was why, after Ebner replaced Wallace, Elizabeth felt he seed far "kinder."

"Mr. Wallace... Night has fallen. Where is it in this town that rits exploration?" Professor Mosal asked, turning his head.

The man’s scholarship was excellent, but his social tact was poor—he always spoke directly, often offending without realizing.

Ebner, however, didn’t mind. He casually pointed behind the storytelling student, smiling: "A place worth exploring? Isn’t it right there?"

Everyone instinctively followed his gesture—and their eyes widened. One by one, they stood and backed away.

Only the student remained clueless. Just as he opened his mouth to ask "What is it?