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

long after, he touched the wet mud and cold stone in front

repeated motions that he was extremely

area appeared before him. It was a dark underground palace

expression immediately became crazed with excitement. He quickly moved forward and grabbed the black

holding a scepter. Seeing this, Rafter

front of him shattered. He was still in the narrow and

else there who was quietly

no mouth, no eyebrows, and no

only feel a numbness rising along his spine from his waist down to the

even thinking about it, he immediately threw away all his tools

he felt no pain despite having a mangled

tunnel and returned to

he could only see the deep

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

was wearing a Gothic regal dress and a black small soft hat, with a pale face to

almost 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!

few steps back and almost tripped over a

think of something, and he suppressed his horror in an instant, revealing

that evil spirit inside the

must be

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

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

tacitly asking, “What

then curled his

years, I believe you already understand that killing the descendants of the Tudor family won’t help you break

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

still died in that room… Klein

until

branch of the Faceless’s Beyonder powers—to mimic the sound of a target. He could reproduce any voice

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

looked sideways at him but

Pound didn’t notice

because the Dark Emperor

me that the glory of the Blood Emperor will appear once

Klein had an inexplicable feeling that Rafter

Sharron’s

Dark Emperor. He must be closely related

know that? Klein

he stopped asking, giving up the right to ask

for some reason, remained

Rafter Pound was overjoyed as he quickly asked,

refuse,” Sharron replied

anxiety and tried to persuade her

eyes suddenly glazed over as he abruptly took a