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.

down the slope, as though the end of the tunnel hid

after, he touched the wet mud

enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely

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

excitement. He quickly moved forward

was a hand holding a scepter. Seeing this, Rafter

he put the black iron badge on his chest, everything in front of him shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, with wet mud and ice-cold stones in

someone else there who was quietly “watching”

no eyes, no nose, no

Pound’s pupils contracted. He could only feel a numbness rising along his spine from his waist down to the back

thinking about it, he immediately threw away all his tools

the ground, but he felt no

Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned to the

his lantern, he could only see the deep darkness and

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

black small soft hat, with a pale face to the point of being transparent, as well as pale blonde hair and blue eyes that didn’t

a woman to appear in an environment such

Tap! Tap! Tap!

steps back and

and he suppressed his horror in an instant, revealing an

you that evil spirit inside

it must be

misunderstanding… Faceless Klein came

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

was silent for a second before tacitly asking, “What do you

then curled his lips into

killing the descendants of the Tudor family won’t help you break

has the great Tudor Bloodline, can you hope to

the evil spirit, but they still died in that room… Klein frowned as

took you until today to come

was a branch of the Faceless’s Beyonder powers—to mimic the sound of a target. He could reproduce any voice as long as he

the True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door. This Beyonder

him

Pound didn’t

Dark

of the Blood Emperor will appear

connection? Klein had an inexplicable feeling

asked in Sharron’s

laughed, “Yes, Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. He must be closely

know that? Klein felt

he stopped asking, giving up the

some reason, remained

Pound was overjoyed as he

Sharron replied

his anxiety and

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