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.

slope, as though the end of the tunnel hid the greatest and only hope of his

mud and cold

motions that he was extremely proficient with after

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

with excitement. He quickly moved forward and grabbed the black

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

iron badge on his chest, everything in front of him shattered. He was still in the

there who

had no eyes, no nose, no

numbness rising along his spine from his waist down to the back of

about it, he immediately threw away all his

smacked the ground, but he felt

the tunnel and

see the deep darkness and the dim “crimson”

wall

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

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

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and almost tripped over a

something, and he suppressed his

evil spirit

must be

a misunderstanding… Faceless Klein came out of the

he would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins again. However, Rafter Pound’s reaction was somewhat out of their

was silent for a second before tacitly

quietly exhaled, and he then curled his lips

understand that killing the descendants of the Tudor family won’t help

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

they still died in that room… Klein frowned as spoke before Sharron could. He

took you until

powers—to mimic the sound of a target. He could

he couldn’t repeat the ravings of the True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door. This Beyonder power was still limited to the realm of

at him but didn’t expose

Pound didn’t

because the Dark Emperor has

tells me that the glory of the Blood Emperor will appear once

an inexplicable feeling that Rafter Pound was more like a madman

asked in Sharron’s voice again, “Dark

Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. He must be closely

don’t I know that? Klein felt

he stopped

some reason,

Rafter Pound was overjoyed as

Sharron

anxiety and tried

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