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?” the brawny man answered

nodded in enlightenment, having

to purchase materials without heed. He

caught?” Klein tapped

on the surrounding situation,

gestured with his chin to the rooftop of

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

might be taken away to some indescribable place

the market still open?” Old Neil changed subjects

restored operations,” replied the brawny man

great.” Old Neil quickened his pace and extended his right hand, pushing open the

and walked in. He nearly fainted at the stuffiness and

middle of Evil Dragon Bar was a boxing ring. Two half-naked men were in an intense brawl and surrounding them were dozens of customers shouting and cheering on

Neil ignored them and led Klein around the boxing ring

were two people holding cue sticks, having a casual conversation.

the visitor’s identity, they moved aside and let Old Neil and Klein

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

up roadside stalls with bottles and cans all over. Passers-by strolled through them, either scrutinizing their goods, chatting, or

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

gave an

“A rather profitable business.”

all, his only expense was providing the venue

the money, you can borrow from Swain. But of course,

his walking stick and looked around as he asked

a Mandated Punisher squad was likely

only a Folk of Rage. 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 becoming a Seafarer, but was

ask if the boss of the bar had any experience of nearly losing

to be something hidden there, muttering and

He was wearing an old linen shirt and blue jeans that the

perhaps, distorted?” Klein

young man’s spiritual perception that triggered

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

walked towards him with an

stopped before Klein and stared

Suddenly, he guffawed.

the smell of death, death…

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

it!” The young man covered his eyes and hugged his head. He struggled on the