Lord of the Mysteries

After dinner, in the billiard room of the Bravehearts Bar.

Dressed in a simple black coat and a dark cap, Klein held a glass of Southvill beer, closed the door behind him, and walked over to Kaspars, who was bent over the table, trying to hit the ball.

Before he could muster a smile and say hello, Kaspars stopped what he was doing, straightened up, and glanced at him.

“Maric isn’t here.

“There are no other gatherings you want.

“I have nothing but weapons.”

… Very familiar with what I want… Fortunately, I have a different goal today… Klein curled the corner of his lips and said, “I’m here to buy weapons.”

Maric isn’t here… From the looks of it, they’ve been exposed and are targeted by their enemies. They’ve decided to switch locations… Then I won’t be able to contact Miss Bodyguard… And I was planning on tricking Millet Carter with Maric’s zombies as my helpers… They’ll keep a secret, they’re obedient, and they’re unafraid of death. Well, the premise of their obedience is when the influence of Azik’s copper whistle is shielded… As he spoke, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind.

Kaspars was slightly surprised. With a look of suspicion, he leaned against his cue stick and rubbed his brandy nose and said, “What kind of weapon are you looking to buy? Have you finished the previous bullets? That’s quite a lot of practice.”

No, I practiced with bullets I bought at the Quelaag Club… Klein smiled.

“I want to buy explosives, the kind that is widely used in mines.”

“What do you want to do?” Kaspars blurted out as his expression turned solemn and stern. “I’m warning you, don’t try to do anything condemnable! I won’t allow my customers to challenge Sivellaus Yard! Of course, you don’t have to buy weapons from me.”

To be able to become a black market weapon merchant and live to this day, from a certain point of view, he must abide strictly by the rules. At the very least, he wouldn’t sell to those crazy fellows… Klein habitually gave his evaluation from a Nighthawk’s point of view and smiled. “You seem to have misunderstood something, I’m not going to blast open the door of a bank vault or try to create any sensational news. I’m helping someone with the demolition of a building, making it easier for subsequent renovations.”

“Then why didn’t he find a proper construction company?” Kaspars didn’t let down his guard.

“Haha, that’s a secret chamber. He doesn’t want others to know about it.” Klein switched to asking, “Do you know any reliable explosives experts? I’m not very good at this sort of thing, and I’m afraid the whole house will collapse.”

When Kaspars saw that Klein was making considerations to ensure that the house remained in good condition, the doubt in his mind was immediately dispelled quite significantly.

Just as he was deliberating for an answer, an illusory voice suddenly rang out in the room.

“There’s no need.”

A familiar feeling came over Klein. He quickly turned around and found Miss Bodyguard sitting on a chair in the corner without him realizing it.

She was still wearing her black Gothic regal dress and matching soft hat. Her face was as pale as ever, and her blonde hair and delicate features accentuated each other.

“Good evening, Madam.” Klein slightly bent his back and bowed.

“Good evening, Ma’am. Sharron.” Kaspars did the same.

her name is Sharron… Klein thoughtfully waited for her

lady named Sharron looked at Kaspars and said, “Maric won’t be coming

him for anything, leave a message according to

things in his life, seemed to have an instinctive fear of Miss

this, Klein interrupted, “If, I mean if—I wanted to get Maric’s

Sharron

spread out his hands and said, “Oh yeah, what did you mean

eyes didn’t waver

“I am one.”

Wait a minute, aren’t you a Beyonder with special abilities, probably at Sequence 5? Why are you being a

Miss Bodyguard as he said in deliberation, “I’m

he looked at Kaspars. It was indicative that the ensuing topic

market weapons dealer is indeed considered an ordinary

said, “Prepare the explosives. Two

Klein and limped out of

felt like he was being watched by a ghost. He quickly organized his words and said, “I found

that Rafter Pound had told him, Klein began to deduce

impossible for a viscount family to be

abnormal, how can the royal household and the churches not

Rafter Pound degenerated, he had many chances to interact with outsiders and other aristocratic members. As long as he showed a

think he must’ve been hiding something, something that has a high chance of being related to the

his mind, it seems that the evil spirit won’t be able to escape for a long period of time, so I plan to get some explosives and destroy the entrance to prevent others from getting in. Uh, I’m

Sharron didn’t confirm Klein’s guess, but she didn’t

preparing to draw a layout and hire a demolition expert to give me the positions to lay the explosives and their corresponding weights.

too expensive, it’d better for me to look for an ordinary demolition expert. After all, I’m getting only 50 pounds from this, while Miss Bodyguard charges 1,000 pounds for three days… Klein

was still in her usual style of

Free? Klein was shocked.

what he knew, free things cost

few seconds

the entrance, I’ll be the only one capable of entering

I wished

and harvest the items within? In fact, destroying the entrance is to help you eliminate any interferences or the greed of others. After all, other Beyonders of other Sequences are unable to pass through the boulders and dirt

“Deal!”

borrow a few more subordinates from Maric, subordinates with a tight lip? They’ll be

“Alright.” Sharron didn’t refuse.

deliberately didn’t mention making any

for ten in

explore the surrounding terrain in advance. We can’t let the explosion cause any obvious

slightly as her figure faded