Lord of the Mysteries

At dusk, the setting sun cast long shadows of the carriages and horses.

Having informed Benson and Melissa that he was having dinner at the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein headed to the harbor with Old Neil on a public carriage.

He was dressed in cheap formal attire, afraid that conflict might break out in such a complicated location—if he damaged his tuxedo which he took painstaking care of, he would probably cry his heart out.

When the sunlight appeared to turn fiery, the carriage stopped. Old Neil, in his usual classic black robe and felt black hat with a rounded edge, ignored the gazes of others and walked diagonally to the Evil Dragon Bar in ahead of them.

Even though the bar was slightly far away and the heavy doors were tightly shut, Klein still heard wave after wave of rapturous shouts. They appeared to be cheering on a hero.

When he came close, he suddenly sensed something. He turned his head towards the warehouse opposite to the bar. He saw a stocky man dressed in a uniform standing at a hidden corner on the rooftop.

The man carried a huge grayish-white mechanical box and held a thick rifle in his hand.

The grayish-white mechanical box was obviously connected to the same-colored rifle via piping.

“Steam-pressured rifle?” Klein muttered in shock. He looked at Old Neil and said, “This bar can actually obtain such weapons?”

That was a military-controlled item!

Although it used extracted phlogiston 1 , the size and weight of the steam backpack were still shocking, something only a true warrior of blood and iron could withstand. The rifle had an extremely high muzzle velocity and shocking destructive power too.

Matched with a suitable scope, it was nearly equivalent to an inferior sniper rifle.

“What?” Old Neil squinted his eyes as he looked over, having a confused look too. “Did something happen here?”

Something happened? Klein surveyed his surroundings and discovered a few more men holding repeating rifles who were searching for something.

“What happened?” Old Neil approached the bar and asked the brawny man guarding its door outside.

The brawny man obviously knew Old Neil and smiled wryly.

“The bar was nearly destroyed earlier.

“Apparently a wanted man was here trying to buy materials and was recognized. And this was what resulted from it. Oh Lord, what did he do, and how dangerous was he to receive such treatment? My legs went limp seeing all those firearms, limper than after spending an entire night with Ginger Sunny!”

He did not know the identity of the wanted man, much less know that the people who came to buy materials had Beyonders mixed in.

“Wanted man? Do you know his name?” Old Neil asked in interest.

think it was Tris or something?” the brawny man answered

nodded in enlightenment,

not know that Joyce Meyer had cast his suspicion on him; therefore, he had sauntered right into the market to purchase materials without heed. He was likely recognized by an

tapped

the surrounding

brawny man shook his head slightly and gestured with his chin

rushed out before those terrifying guys arrived. Bloody hell, I’ve never

might be taken away to some indescribable place for further

Old

just restored operations,” replied the brawny man

Old Neil quickened his pace and extended his

and walked in. He nearly fainted at the stuffiness and

in an intense brawl and surrounding them were dozens of

the boxing ring and

billiard room, there were two people holding cue sticks, having a casual conversation. When they saw Old Neil enter, they instantly fell silent for

the visitor’s identity, they moved aside and let Old Neil and Klein

up. He saw

had set up roadside stalls with bottles and cans all over. Passers-by strolled through

the boss of Evil Dragon Bar, former captain of a Mandated Punisher squad and older than I am. He’s someone who

gave an

“A rather profitable business.”

his only expense was providing

But of course, he charges a very high interest…” Old Neil trailed off as he gnashed his

they would provide usuries… Klein held his walking stick and looked around as he

a Mandated Punisher squad

not a coastal city, so the Church of the Goddess is much more powerful than Lord of Storms here.” Old Neil scoffed. “Actually, Swain had the chance of becoming a Seafarer, but was afraid that he would

any experience of nearly losing control, he suddenly felt a strange phenomenon happen on

appeared to be something hidden there, muttering

was wearing an old linen shirt and blue jeans that the working

spiritual perception is very high… or perhaps, distorted?” Klein

was the young man’s spiritual perception that triggered his own spiritual

It was nearly impossible to conceal it from others, but “others” referred to Spirit Mediums who had cast their abilities, as well as powerful figures with similar special traits.

man with messy black hair walked towards him with an expression

Klein and

Suddenly, he guffawed.

the smell

was done talking, he suddenly screamed tragically. His eyes shut tightly as

hugged his head. He struggled on the ground and only calmed down after a while. He then