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.

as though the

wet mud and cold stone in

didn’t extinguish Rafter Pound’s enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with after having recently gained

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

expression immediately became crazed with excitement. He

a hand holding a scepter. Seeing this, Rafter Pound’s

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

else there who was

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

along his spine from his waist down to the

thinking about it, he immediately threw away

ground, but he felt no

Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned

he could only see the deep darkness and

the wall swayed like snakes. A figure walked out from the

a Gothic 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 that didn’t

Pound almost shouted out loud. For such a woman to appear in an environment such as this was no different from a ghost

Tap! Tap! Tap!

a few steps back and almost tripped over

to think of something, and he suppressed his horror in an

that evil spirit inside the underground

must be

Klein came out of the tunnel and stood in

had been to scare Rafter Pound off, scaring him so badly that he would no longer dare to explore the underground

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

exhaled, and he then curled his lips

killing the descendants of

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

the existence of the evil spirit, but they still died in

took you until today to

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

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

sideways at him but

didn’t

Dark Emperor

me that the glory of the

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

asked in Sharron’s

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

know that? Klein felt

for a moment, then he stopped asking, giving

for some reason,

as he

Sharron replied

and tried to persuade

a few steps to the side, arriving