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.

crawled down the slope, as though the

touched the wet mud and cold stone in front

he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with after having recently gained the

before him.

Pound’s expression immediately became crazed with excitement. He quickly moved forward

holding a scepter. Seeing this, Rafter

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 front of

there who was

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

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

he immediately threw away all his

felt no pain despite having a mangled

Pound left the tunnel and returned to the

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

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

in an environment such as this was no different from a

Tap! Tap! Tap!

a few steps back and almost tripped over

moment, he seemed to think of something, and he suppressed his horror in an instant, revealing an excited and

evil spirit inside

it must be

Faceless Klein came out

he would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins again. However,

tacitly asking, “What do you

and he then curled his

I believe you already understand that killing the descendants of the

by working 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 that room… Klein

until today to come

sound of a target. He could reproduce any

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

at him but

didn’t notice

Dark Emperor

the glory of

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

Sharron’s voice again, “Dark

Emperor. He must be closely related to the

don’t I know that? Klein

he stopped asking, giving

for some reason,

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

Sharron replied

his anxiety and tried to persuade

he abruptly took a few steps to the side, arriving at a relatively