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.

pushed himself up on his elbows and rapidly crawled down the slope, as though the end of the tunnel hid the greatest

touched the wet mud and cold stone in front

extinguish Rafter Pound’s enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he

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

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

Rafter Pound’s eyes lit

front of him shattered. He was still in the narrow

was someone else there who was

had no eyes, no nose, no mouth,

along

he immediately threw away all

the ground, but he felt no

left the tunnel and returned to

loss of his lantern, he could only see the deep darkness and the

were crawling up the wall swayed like

small soft hat, with a pale face to the point of being transparent, as

appear in an environment such as this was no

Tap! Tap! Tap!

steps back and

of something, and he suppressed his horror

spirit inside the

must be

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

Sharron’s original plan had been to scare Rafter Pound off, scaring him so badly that he would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins again. However, Rafter Pound’s reaction was somewhat out of their

tacitly

quietly exhaled, and he then curled his lips

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

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

the existence of the evil spirit, but they still died in that room… Klein frowned as spoke before Sharron could. He imitated Sharron’s

until today to

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

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

him but didn’t

Pound didn’t

Dark

that the glory of the Blood

Klein had an inexplicable feeling that Rafter Pound was more

Sharron’s

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

don’t I know that? Klein felt

then he stopped

for some reason,

overjoyed as he

refuse,” Sharron

anxiety and tried to persuade

eyes suddenly glazed over as he abruptly took a few steps to the side, arriving at a relatively intact stone