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 hid the greatest and only hope of his

wet mud and cold stone in front of

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

moving things, an empty area appeared before him. It was a dark underground palace that was in front of

He quickly moved forward

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

as he put the black iron badge on his chest, everything in front of him shattered. He

there was someone else there who was quietly “watching”

no mouth, no eyebrows, and no

only feel a numbness rising along his

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

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

Pound left the tunnel and returned

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

up the wall swayed like snakes.

and a black small soft hat, with a pale face to

out loud. For such a woman to appear in an environment such as this was no

Tap! Tap! Tap!

few steps back and

he suppressed his horror in an instant, revealing an excited and

you that evil spirit inside

it must be

a misunderstanding… Faceless Klein

scare Rafter Pound off, scaring him so badly that he would no longer

a second before tacitly asking, “What do you wish to

exhaled, and he then curled his lips into a

for so many years, I believe you already understand that killing the

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

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

took you until today

sound of a target. He could reproduce any voice

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

sideways at him but didn’t

didn’t notice and

Dark Emperor

the glory of the Blood

Klein had an inexplicable feeling

in Sharron’s voice again, “Dark

Emperor. He must be

I know

thought for a moment, then he stopped asking, giving up the right to

some reason,

overjoyed as he quickly asked,

Sharron replied

his anxiety and tried to

abruptly took a few steps