Lord of the Mysteries

Outside the Bravehearts Bar, a rental carriage briskly drove by.

Inside the carriage, Klein, who was wearing a half top hat, was sitting opposite Sharron, who was still wearing her black Gothic regal dress.

Looking at the expressionless and pale face of his former bodyguard, Klein was at a loss on how to exchange pleasantries. He could only go straight to the point.

“I’m done with my preparations.”

Although Sequence 6 Faceless had only given him one Beyonder ability, all the powers he had before had experienced a clear upgrade, resulting in a great improvement to his strength. This was the best form of preparation.

However, a Faceless’s powers could be deemed a godly skill in certain situations!

For example, when being pursued or trying to infiltrate… Klein couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild.

Sharron listened quietly and simply said, “Tonight?”

She spoke with a slight rise in intonation towards the end to indicate an inquiry.

“If it’s fine with you, then I’m fine as well,” Klein responded, prepared.

“Alright.” Sharron nodded.

After a few seconds of silence, Klein asked in deliberation, “Have you heard about anything to do with mermaids? Do you know where one can meet such a creature of legends?”

Sharron’s blue eyes stared unblinkingly at Klein, as though she had transformed into a real doll.

After a while, she emotionlessly said, “There are no longer mermaids in places where humans can reach.

“Only the fishermen of the Gargas Islands would occasionally hear the mermaids singing in the midst of a storm during their long voyages to hunt white-tailed whales.”

Located in the depths of the Sonia Sea, the Gargas Islands was the farthest human colony in the sea, characterized by local products such as whale oil and whale meat.

I wonder if this rumor is true or fake… Klein nodded.

“I understand.”

…

The bell chimes in the night rang out quietly, as though they came from a far away place.

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street. Withered vines crawled over its walls and gray stones were strewn everywhere.

Inside the chapel, feces and debris intertwined amidst the rocks and dead grass.

In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man, wearing black tights, was moving stones that hid the entrance to a cave. He carefully and excitedly went into the tunnel, carrying his digging tools, lighting tools, and earth basket.

His hair was gray at the temples, and his eyes were puffy. He was Baronet Rafter Pound, who was considered mentally ill by the outside world, but he was secretly a descendant of the Tudor family of the Fourth Epoch.

This prodigy, who was always entangled with high-class call-girls, had a serious expression on his face, and his eyes were bright. It was impossible to find any signs of him being addicted to drinking and sex.

rapidly crawled down the slope, as though the

wet mud and

Pound’s enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with after

moving things, an empty area appeared before him. It was a dark underground palace that was in

expression immediately became crazed with excitement. He quickly moved

scepter. Seeing this, Rafter Pound’s eyes

in front of him shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, with wet mud and

someone else there who was quietly

eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, and no

along his spine from his waist down to the back of his

it, he immediately threw

ground, but he felt no pain despite having a mangled

Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned to

only see

that were crawling up the wall swayed like snakes. A figure walked out

to the point of being transparent, as well as pale

an environment such

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and

that moment, he seemed to think of something, and he suppressed his horror in an instant, revealing an excited and hopeful

evil spirit inside

it must

Faceless Klein came out of the

scaring him so badly that he would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins again. However, Rafter Pound’s reaction was

a second before tacitly asking,

then curled his lips into

years, I believe you already understand that killing the descendants of

Tudor Bloodline, can you hope to get out of this predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand

but they still died in that room… Klein frowned as spoke before

until

Faceless’s Beyonder powers—to mimic the sound of a target. He could reproduce any

Klein believed he couldn’t repeat the ravings of the True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door. This Beyonder power was still limited

looked sideways at him but didn’t

didn’t notice and

because the Dark

tells me that the glory of the Blood Emperor will appear

some logical connection? Klein had an inexplicable feeling that Rafter Pound was more like a madman

asked in Sharron’s voice again, “Dark

Rafter Pound laughed, “Yes, Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. He must be closely related to the real Dark

don’t I know

he stopped

for some reason,

as he quickly asked,

Sharron

and tried to

this moment, his eyes suddenly glazed over as he abruptly took a few steps to the