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.

was Tris or something?”

enlightenment, having understood

therefore, he had sauntered right into the market to purchase materials without heed. He was likely recognized by an

caught?” Klein tapped his silver-inlaid

surrounding

gestured with his chin to the rooftop

hell, I’ve never seen a man run

haven’t seen the true skills of an Assassin, or you might be taken away to some indescribable

open?” Old Neil

just restored operations,” replied the brawny

great.” Old Neil quickened his pace and extended his right

in tow and walked in. He nearly fainted at the stuffiness and smell of

in an intense brawl and surrounding them were dozens of customers shouting and cheering on the side they supported with no

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

casual conversation. When

identity, they moved aside and let Old Neil and Klein pass through the

Klein’s eyes opened up. He saw a place that was about the

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

to give five 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 am. He’s someone who wishes to drink himself to his death,” Old

and gave

“A rather profitable business.”

all, his only expense was providing the

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

usuries… Klein held his walking stick and looked around as he asked curiously, “Mr. Swain is

captain of a Mandated Punisher squad was likely a

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

if the boss of the bar had any experience

appeared to be something hidden

turned his head and saw a pale young man. He was wearing an old linen shirt and blue jeans that

perhaps, distorted?” Klein

young man’s spiritual perception

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. A Beyonder like Klein would actually find it hard to detect, only detecting if one’s

made eye contact and the pale young man with messy black hair walked towards him with an expression

Klein

Suddenly, he guffawed.

it’s the smell of death, death…

talking, he suddenly screamed tragically. His eyes shut tightly

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