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

Tris? Klein nodded in enlightenment, having understood what was

to purchase materials without heed. He was likely recognized by an informant of either the Machinery Hivemind or the Nighthawks, resulting in an

Klein tapped his silver-inlaid black

on the surrounding situation, likely

brawny man shook his head slightly and gestured with his

before those terrifying guys arrived. Bloody hell, I’ve never seen a man

Assassin, or you might be taken away to some indescribable

open?” Old Neil changed subjects and

replied

pace and extended his right hand, pushing

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

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

boxing ring and walked into

conversation. When they saw Old Neil enter, they instantly fell silent

and let Old Neil and Klein pass through the secret door behind

up. He saw a place that was about the size of a lecture

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

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

gave an

“A rather profitable business.”

was

item catches your fancy but you lack the money, you can borrow from Swain. But of course, he charges a very high interest…” Old Neil trailed off as he

running a casino, they would provide usuries… Klein held his walking stick and looked around as he asked curiously,

of a Mandated Punisher squad was likely a Sequence

Tingen is 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

any experience of nearly losing control, he suddenly

appeared to be something hidden

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

high… or perhaps, distorted?” Klein creased his eyebrows and

was the young man’s spiritual perception that

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 spiritual perception reached a

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

Klein and stared at

Suddenly, he guffawed.

it’s the smell of death, death…

he suddenly screamed tragically. His eyes shut tightly as liquid with

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