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.

name is Sharron… Klein thoughtfully waited for

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

you need him for anything, leave a message

who had clearly seen a lot of things in his life, seemed to have an instinctive fear

I mean if—I wanted to get Maric’s help,

Sharron

did you

blue eyes didn’t

“I am one.”

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

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

at Kaspars. It was indicative that the ensuing topic wasn’t suitable for this ordinary

to his body, a black market weapons dealer is indeed considered an

Kaspars and said, “Prepare the explosives. Two pounds.

Sharron.” Kaspars glanced at Klein and limped out of the billiard room, not forgetting to close

ghost. He quickly organized his

that Rafter Pound had told him, Klein began to deduce the process

it’s impossible for a

abnormal, how can the royal

and other aristocratic members. As long as he showed

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

seems that the evil spirit won’t be able to escape for a long period of time, so I plan

confirm Klein’s guess, but

demolition expert to give me the positions to lay the explosives and their corresponding weights. If-if I ask you for help again, how much would I

expensive, it’d better for me to look for an ordinary demolition expert. After all, I’m getting

Sharron’s answer was still in her usual

Free? Klein was shocked.

knew, free things cost the

a few

be the

what I wished to

or the greed of others. After all, other Beyonders of other Sequences are unable to pass through the boulders and

“Deal!”

hurriedly added, “Hmm… Can you borrow a few more subordinates from Maric, subordinates with a tight lip? They’ll be helpers to show to

“Alright.” Sharron didn’t refuse.

deliberately didn’t mention making any payment

schedule it for ten in the

terrain in advance. We

nodded slightly as her