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.

his elbows and rapidly crawled down the slope, as though the end of

the wet mud

Pound’s enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with after having recently gained the

was digging, carrying, and moving things, an empty area appeared before him. It

excitement. He quickly moved

holding a scepter. Seeing this, Rafter Pound’s eyes lit up as

iron badge on his chest, everything in front of him shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel,

was someone else there

had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no

rising along

he immediately threw away all his tools and frantically

but he felt no pain

the tunnel

he could only see the deep darkness and the dim

vines that were crawling up the wall swayed like snakes. A

pale face to the point of being transparent, as well as

a woman to appear in an environment such as this was no different

Tap! Tap! Tap!

a few steps back and almost tripped over

seemed to think of something, and he suppressed

evil spirit inside the underground

must

Klein came out of the tunnel

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

tacitly asking, “What do you wish to

he then

I believe you already understand that killing the descendants of the Tudor family

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

of the evil spirit, but they still died in that room… Klein frowned as spoke before Sharron could. He imitated Sharron’s

took you until today

powers—to mimic the sound of a target. He could reproduce any voice as long as

True Creator and the pleas of Mr.

him but

didn’t notice and

the Dark Emperor

glory of the Blood Emperor will appear once

an inexplicable feeling

Sharron’s

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

I know that? Klein felt

stopped

some reason,

was overjoyed as he quickly asked, “So, what’s

Sharron

anxiety and tried to

as he abruptly took a few steps