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.

and rapidly crawled down the slope, as though the

touched the wet mud and

repeated motions that he was

appeared before him. It was a

with excitement. He quickly moved

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

of him shattered. He was still in the

was someone else there who was quietly “watching”

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

along

threw away all his tools and

but he felt

Pound left the tunnel and returned to the

see the deep darkness and

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

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

to appear in an environment such as this was no

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and almost tripped

he suppressed his horror in

you that evil spirit inside the underground

must

seems to be a misunderstanding… Faceless Klein came out of

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

tacitly asking, “What do you wish to

quietly exhaled, and he then curled his lips into

believe you already understand that killing the descendants

has the great Tudor Bloodline, can you hope to

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

until today to

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

he couldn’t repeat the ravings of the True Creator and the pleas of Mr. Door.

at him

didn’t

because the Dark Emperor

me that the glory of the Blood Emperor will appear

inexplicable feeling that Rafter Pound was more like a madman

asked in Sharron’s

He must be closely related to the

know that? Klein felt

he stopped asking, giving up

some

overjoyed as he

refuse,” Sharron replied

suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade

abruptly took a few steps to the