Lord of the Mysteries: Lord of Order

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After the other two demigods left, the Duke of East Chester returned to the ducal mansion with Aaron. As soon as they entered, they saw Avonie sitting on an exquisitely carved chair, swinging her little legs impatiently, and Duchess Celine, the Duchess, sitting beside her.

"Mother, Avonie, I succeeded." Aaron quickened his pace, hugged his sister as she pounced on him, ruffled her golden hair, and then placed her back beside their mother, Duchess Celine.

"Mother knew you would definitely succeed," said Duchess Celine, taking a beautifully decorated gift box from the maid beside her. "This is a gift from your grandfather. Open it and see."

Aaron took the gift box and opened it expectantly. Avonie also peeked over with her little head, her eyes sparkling, eager to see what the gift was.

The exquisite and gorgeous gift box was opened, and a pale mask, made of an unknown material, lay quietly on the thick brocade.

Before Aaron and Avonie could ask, Duchess Celine spoke, "Aaron, about the mask you mentioned last time, the one said to have been taken from the Eggers family tomb, I wrote to my father about it. He said he happened to have this mask in his collection."

"He sent the butler with the mask and a reply from Backlund to Osel last week. Your grandfather also said he hopes you and Avonie can come to Backlund to see him and your grandmother."

Earl Wolfe, the father of Duchess Celine Wolf, and also Aaron and Avonie's grandfather. As one of the representatives of the old nobility in Loen, Earl Wolfe, who held a seat in the House of Lords, was naturally absorbed into the Conservative Party.

"I remember the Corn Laws will be repealed in a few years, grain prices will drop sharply, and the rental standards for fields and pastures will plummet."

"My grandfather, Earl Wolfe, seems to be severely affected by this. I'll find an opportunity to have a good talk with him later and help him reduce his losses as my return gift," Aaron thought to himself, picking up the pale mask with a joyful expression.

"The Eggers family are descendants of the Death from the Fourth Epoch in the Southern Continent. If this mask was truly taken from the Eggers family tomb, it might contain some extraordinary power. Be extra careful when you study and use it."

The Duke of East Chester, who had already returned to his main seat, cautioned in a calm tone. As a demigod from an angel family, he clearly knew many historical secrets.

Aaron's slightly childish reply made the Duke and Duchess chuckle. He waved for the servants to take Aaron and Avonie back to their respective rooms to rest.

At the same time, he thought to himself, "Of course I know this mask is not simple. This is the mask that Mr. Azik, the Death's descendant and Sequence 2 angel 'Death Consul', carried with him. It's just sealed right now."

After saying goodbye to his parents and taking Avonie back to her room, Aaron also returned to his own bedroom. He dismissed all the servants from the room, claiming he needed to rest due to mental fatigue.

After confirming the servants had left, Aaron quickly entered the smaller inner partition next to the master bedroom, found four candles, and placed them in the four corners of the partition.

After making the necessary preparations, he lit the four candles one by one, picked up the silver dagger, recited the Hermes, and meditated on the scene of spirituality spreading and gushing from the tip of the knife.

Invisible power surged outwards. Aaron walked around the partition with the silver dagger. His spiritual intuition fed back that a Wall of Spirituality had indeed been erected around, excluding all impurity and interference.

Aaron exhaled and slowly sat on the chair in the center of the partition, closed his eyes, and meditated to recover the spirituality consumed by setting up the Wall of Spirituality.

Aaron had to be cautious. A demigod was nearby, even if it was his own father, but Aaron did not want anyone else to know what he was about to do next.

That's right, after drinking the potion and becoming Sequence 9 Arbiter, Aaron felt completely different from before.

In the past, he could clearly feel the Sefirah of Disorder hanging infinitely high in the spiritual sky above him, but he couldn't enter it, which made him feel like he had a bone stuck in his throat, uneasy and anxious.

But now, his spiritual intuition told Aaron that he didn't need an extra ritual. With just a thought, he could return to the huge, magnificent, and bizarre twin-spired palace surrounded by dark golden mist, back to the tall throne embedded with chaotic-colored eyeballs.

After some time, Aaron, who had recovered most of his spirituality, opened his eyes and thought with some helplessness, "It would be great if I could divine whether it's dangerous right now. Having divination is so convenient. In the future, I'll either find a diviner's sealed artifact or cultivate a trustworthy diviner myself."

"However, since it involves the Sefirah, divination probably won't yield any results."

Aaron's mind wandered for a while. He rubbed his face, braced himself, closed his eyes, dispersed his spirituality, and connected his consciousness to the boundless dark golden mist infinitely high in the spiritual sky.

Passing through the dark golden mist where illusory whispers and roars echoed, Aaron opened his eyes again.

What came into view was a grand and majestic hall. Towering stone pillars were faintly visible within the dark golden mist, supporting the vast dome.

Below the stone steps, five high-backed stone chairs stood on the left side of the great hall, and four high-backed stone chairs stood on the right side, all surrounded by dark golden mist. Below the high-backed chairs, forty-nine strange stone chairs were bizarrely arranged, the whole presenting a sense of majesty, mystery, order, and chaos mixed together.

Aaron sat on a huge throne at the deepest part of the great hall, located on a nine-tiered stone staircase, carved with mysterious patterns, and embedded with dark golden eyeballs at the top. He was surrounded by dense dark golden mist, his figure indistinct, like an ancient deity.

"Finally, I'm back. As expected, I only feel truly safe within my Sefirah."

"It's already 1346 now. There are still 22 years until the original barrier completely breaks in 1368, and 3 years until Klein wakes up and the curtain rises in 1349. I need to seize these 3 years to advance quickly and develop my own forces."

As his voice echoed, Aaron looked down at the hall with a smile. Four pulsating dark golden mist light spots floated above the 49 stone chairs at the very bottom, and four illusory figures appeared within the light spots.

After truly becoming a Beyonder, I can better mobilize the power of the Sefirah. I can also do some tricky operations now. I can finally feel what it's like to be a mastermind.

However, the power I projected last time, risking backlash, seems to have paid off. Now I can also create an organization similar to the Tarot Club, cultivate my dependents, develop my power, and prepare in advance for the apocalypse.

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