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.

Tris or something?” the brawny

Tris? Klein nodded in enlightenment, having understood

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 informant of

Klein tapped his silver-inlaid black

the surrounding situation,

man shook his head slightly and gestured with his chin to the rooftop of the warehouse opposite

terrifying guys arrived. Bloody hell, I’ve never seen a man run faster than he

the true skills of an Assassin, or you might be taken away to some indescribable place for further reeducation…

open?” Old Neil

replied the brawny

Old Neil quickened his pace and extended

in. He nearly fainted at the stuffiness and smell of alcohol that

and surrounding them were

ignored them and led Klein around the boxing ring and walked into a billiard room at the

having a casual conversation. When

moved aside and let Old Neil and

He saw

with bottles and cans all over. Passers-by strolled through them, either scrutinizing

percent of their profits to Swain. Ah, he is the boss of Evil Dragon Bar, former captain of a Mandated Punisher squad and older than I

thought and gave an

“A rather profitable business.”

his only expense was providing the

you can borrow from Swain. But of course,

running a casino, they would provide usuries… Klein held his walking stick and

of a Mandated Punisher squad was likely

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 lose control so he chose to

had any experience

to be something hidden there,

old linen shirt and blue jeans that the working class normally wore. His eyes looked demoralized with a hint

perhaps, distorted?” Klein creased his

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

their abilities, as well as powerful figures with

man with messy black hair walked towards him with an expression looking as though

before Klein and stared

Suddenly, he guffawed.

it’s the smell of death, death…

eyes shut tightly as liquid

Darn it!” The young man covered his eyes and hugged his head. He struggled on the ground and only calmed down after a while. He then