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?”

Klein nodded in enlightenment, having understood

suspicion on him; therefore, he had sauntered right into the market to purchase materials without heed. He was

he caught?” Klein tapped

the surrounding

and gestured with his chin to

arrived. Bloody hell, I’ve

or you might be taken away to some indescribable place

open?” Old

replied the brawny

pace and extended his right hand, pushing open the

He nearly fainted at the stuffiness and

half-naked men were in an intense brawl and surrounding them were

Klein around the boxing ring and walked into a

cue sticks, having a casual conversation. When they saw Old Neil enter,

Old Neil and Klein pass through the secret door behind

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

cans all over. Passers-by

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

thought and gave an

“A rather profitable business.”

his only expense was providing the

But of course, he charges a very high interest…” Old

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

Mandated Punisher squad was likely a

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

any experience of nearly losing control, he

be something hidden

turned his head 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

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

perception that

some interaction. 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

pale young man with messy black hair walked towards him with an

stopped before Klein and stared

Suddenly, he guffawed.

the smell of death, death…

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

and hugged his head. He struggled on the ground