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 tunnel hid the greatest and only hope of

wet mud and

enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with after

he was digging, carrying, and moving things, an empty area appeared before

crazed with excitement. He quickly moved forward and

scepter. Seeing this, Rafter Pound’s eyes lit up as if they

in front of him shattered. He was

was someone else there who was quietly

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

along his spine from his waist down to the back of

immediately threw away all his tools and

he felt no pain despite having a mangled

Rafter Pound left the tunnel and

his lantern, he could only see the deep darkness and the dim “crimson” that shrouded the

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

small soft hat, with a pale face to the point of being transparent,

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

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and

he suppressed his

you that evil spirit inside the

must

a misunderstanding… Faceless Klein came out of the tunnel and stood in

Rafter Pound off, scaring him so badly that he would no longer

silent for a second before tacitly asking, “What do

he then curled his lips into a

I believe you already understand that killing the

the great Tudor Bloodline, can you hope to get out of this predicament that has lasted

in that

took you until today to come

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

the True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door. This Beyonder power was still limited to

looked sideways at him but didn’t

Pound didn’t notice and

Dark Emperor has

of the Blood Emperor will

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

in Sharron’s voice again,

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

know that? Klein felt

thought for a moment, then he stopped asking, giving up

some

Pound was overjoyed as he

Sharron replied

anxiety and tried

suddenly glazed over as he abruptly took a few steps to