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?”

in enlightenment, having

market to purchase materials without heed. He was likely recognized by an informant of either the Machinery Hivemind or the

caught?” Klein tapped his silver-inlaid black

the surrounding situation,

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

guys arrived. Bloody hell, I’ve never seen a

true skills of an Assassin, or you might be taken away to some

open?” Old Neil changed subjects

just restored operations,” replied

Old Neil quickened his pace and extended his right hand,

in tow and walked in. He nearly fainted

an intense brawl and surrounding them were dozens of customers shouting

the boxing ring and walked into a billiard room at

sticks, having a casual conversation.

Old Neil and Klein pass through the secret door behind

up. He saw a place that

over. Passers-by strolled through them, either scrutinizing their goods, chatting, or

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

and gave an

“A rather profitable business.”

was

borrow from Swain. But of course, he

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

captain of a Mandated Punisher

powerful than Lord of Storms here.” Old Neil scoffed. “Actually, Swain had the chance of becoming a Seafarer, but was afraid

as Klein was about to ask if the boss of the bar had any experience of nearly losing control, he suddenly felt a strange

appeared to be something hidden there, muttering and

saw a pale young man. He was wearing an old linen shirt and blue jeans that the working class normally wore. His eyes looked demoralized with

perception is very high… or perhaps, distorted?” Klein creased his eyebrows

man’s spiritual perception

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 certain heightened

messy black hair walked towards him with an expression looking

Klein

Suddenly, he guffawed.

smell of death, death…

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

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