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.

the slope, as though the end of the tunnel hid the greatest and

wet mud and cold stone in

repeated motions that he was extremely

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

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

Rafter Pound’s eyes lit up as

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

was someone else there

no mouth, no

numbness rising along his spine from his

it, he immediately threw

smacked the ground, but he felt no pain despite

the tunnel and returned to the

could only see the deep

vines that were crawling up the wall swayed like snakes.

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

a woman to appear in an

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and almost

he seemed to think of something, and he suppressed

spirit

must

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

scare Rafter Pound off, scaring him so badly that he would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins again. However, Rafter

silent for a second before tacitly asking, “What do

he then

years, I believe you already understand that killing the descendants of the Tudor

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

spirit, but they still died in that

took you until today

powers—to mimic the sound of a target. He

he 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 didn’t

didn’t notice and

because the Dark

of the

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

Sharron’s voice again, “Dark

Pound laughed, “Yes, Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. He must be closely related to the real Dark

don’t I know

then he stopped asking, giving up

some reason,

Pound was overjoyed as

refuse,” Sharron

and tried

a few steps to the side, arriving at a relatively