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

nodded in enlightenment, having

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

Klein tapped his silver-inlaid

surrounding situation, likely

with his chin to the rooftop of the warehouse opposite

rushed out before those terrifying guys arrived. Bloody hell,

or you might be taken away to some indescribable place for further reeducation… Klein

open?” Old

operations,” replied

his pace and extended his

nearly fainted at the stuffiness and smell of alcohol that inundated

intense brawl and surrounding them were dozens of customers shouting and cheering on the side they supported

led Klein around the boxing

a casual conversation. When they saw Old

let Old Neil and

rooms, the sight before Klein’s eyes opened up. He saw a place that

cans all over. Passers-by

former captain of a Mandated Punisher squad and older than I am. He’s someone who wishes to drink himself to his death,” Old Neil explained in a garrulous

gave an honest

“A rather profitable business.”

his only expense was providing the venue

the money, you can borrow from Swain. But of course, he charges a very high interest…” Old

it’s like running a casino, they would provide usuries… Klein held his walking stick and looked around as he asked curiously, “Mr. Swain is

of a Mandated Punisher squad was likely a Sequence

so the Church of the Goddess is much more powerful than Lord of Storms here.” Old Neil scoffed.

if the boss of the bar had any experience of nearly losing control, he suddenly felt a strange phenomenon

be something hidden there,

shirt and blue jeans that the working class normally wore. His eyes looked demoralized with a hint of craziness, and he

very high… or perhaps, distorted?” Klein

perception that triggered his

it from others, but “others” referred to Spirit Mediums who had cast their abilities, as well as powerful figures

messy black hair walked towards him with an expression looking as though he was half-sleepwalking

stopped before Klein and stared at

Suddenly, he guffawed.

smell of death, death…

suddenly screamed tragically. His eyes

struggled on the ground and