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

the wet mud and cold

Rafter Pound’s enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with

empty area appeared before him. It was a dark underground palace that

expression immediately became crazed with excitement. He quickly moved forward

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

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

someone else there who

nose, no mouth, no eyebrows,

Pound’s pupils contracted. He could only feel a numbness rising along his spine from his waist

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

elbows smacked the ground, but he felt no pain despite having a mangled

Pound left the tunnel and returned

see the deep darkness

that were crawling up the wall swayed like snakes. A figure walked out

with a pale face to the point of being transparent, as well as

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

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and almost

he suppressed his horror in an

you that evil spirit

must

there seems to be a misunderstanding… Faceless Klein came out of

badly that he would no longer

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

he then

you already understand that killing the descendants of the Tudor

you hope to

the evil spirit, but they still died in that

until today

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

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

looked sideways at him

Pound didn’t notice

Dark Emperor

that the glory of the Blood Emperor will appear once

feeling that

in Sharron’s voice again,

Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. He must

I know that? Klein felt

he stopped asking, giving up the

some reason, remained

was overjoyed as he

Sharron

suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade her

a few steps to the