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.

though the end of the tunnel hid

wet mud and cold stone in front of

he repeated motions that he was

before him.

He quickly moved forward

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

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

was someone else there who was quietly “watching”

no mouth, no eyebrows, and

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

immediately threw away all his

ground, but he felt no pain

left the tunnel and returned to

could only see the deep darkness and the dim “crimson” that shrouded the

the wall swayed like snakes. A

regal dress and a black small soft hat, with a pale face to the point of being transparent, as well as pale blonde hair and blue eyes

such a woman to appear in an environment such as this

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and almost

think of something, and he suppressed

spirit

it must

there seems to be a misunderstanding… Faceless Klein came out of the tunnel and stood in

would no longer dare to explore the underground

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

exhaled, and he then curled his

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

hope to get out of this

they still died in

took you until

the sound of a target. He could reproduce any voice as long as he

believed he couldn’t repeat the ravings of the True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door.

looked sideways at him but

Pound didn’t

Dark Emperor has

of the Blood Emperor will

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

Sharron’s voice

Bandit Dark Emperor. He must be

I know

moment, then he stopped asking, giving up the right to

for some reason, remained

seeing this, Rafter Pound was overjoyed as he quickly asked, “So,

refuse,” Sharron replied

suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade

over as he abruptly took a few