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.

as though the end of the

after, he touched the wet mud and cold stone

that he

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

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

holding a scepter. Seeing this, Rafter Pound’s eyes

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

there who was

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

feel a numbness rising along his spine from his waist down to

he immediately threw away all his

he felt no pain despite having a mangled

tunnel

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

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

a pale face to the point of being transparent, as well as pale blonde hair and blue eyes that didn’t look

out loud. For such a woman to appear in an

Tap! Tap! Tap!

steps back and almost

he seemed to think of something, and he suppressed his horror

that evil spirit

must

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

would no longer dare to explore the underground ruins again. However, Rafter

for a second before tacitly asking, “What do you

quietly exhaled, and he then

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

you hope to get out of this

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

until today to come

mimic the sound of a target. He could reproduce any

True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door. This

at him but

Pound didn’t notice

the Dark

me that the glory of

there some logical connection? Klein had an inexplicable feeling that Rafter Pound

asked in Sharron’s voice

“Yes, Hero Bandit Dark Emperor. He must

know

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

some reason,

overjoyed as he quickly asked,

refuse,” Sharron replied

anxiety and

this moment, his eyes suddenly glazed over as he abruptly took a few steps to