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.

down the slope, as though the

after, he touched the wet mud and cold stone in

enthusiasm, he repeated motions that he was extremely proficient with

before him. It was a dark underground

immediately became crazed with excitement. He quickly moved forward and

this, Rafter Pound’s eyes lit up as if they were on

everything in front of him shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, with wet mud and ice-cold stones

there was someone else there who was quietly

no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, and

pupils contracted. He could only feel a numbness rising along his spine from his waist down to the

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

the ground, but he felt

left the tunnel

lantern, he could only see the deep darkness and the dim “crimson”

up the wall swayed like snakes. A figure walked

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

in an environment such as this was no

Tap! Tap! Tap!

took a few steps back and almost tripped over a

and he suppressed

evil spirit

must

Faceless Klein

him so badly that he would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins

for a second before tacitly

he then curled

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

me, who has the great Tudor Bloodline, can you hope to get out of

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

took you until today to

branch of the 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

looked sideways at him

Pound didn’t notice

because the Dark Emperor

glory of the Blood

Klein had an inexplicable feeling that Rafter Pound was more like a madman

asked in Sharron’s voice again, “Dark

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

don’t I know that?

he stopped

some reason, remained

Pound was overjoyed as

refuse,” Sharron replied

and tried to persuade her

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