Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 68

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 man

Klein nodded in enlightenment, having

sauntered right into the market to purchase materials without heed.

Klein tapped

surrounding

his head slightly and gestured with his chin to the

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

might be taken away to

the market still open?” Old Neil changed

operations,” replied the brawny

extended his right hand, pushing

nearly fainted at the stuffiness and smell of

an intense brawl and surrounding them were dozens of customers shouting

the boxing ring

a casual conversation. When

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

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

had set up roadside stalls with bottles and cans all over. Passers-by strolled through them, either

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

gave an honest

“A rather profitable business.”

all, his only expense was providing

Swain. But of course, he

casino, they would provide usuries… Klein held his walking stick and

Punisher

Lord of Storms here.” Old Neil scoffed. “Actually,

Klein was about to ask if the boss of the bar had any

to be something hidden there,

an old linen shirt and blue jeans that the working class

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

perception that triggered his

but “others” referred to Spirit Mediums who had cast their abilities, as well as powerful figures with similar special traits. A Beyonder like

walked towards him with an expression looking as though he was half-sleepwalking and

stopped before Klein

Suddenly, he guffawed.

smell

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

his head. He struggled on

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