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.

elbows and rapidly crawled down the slope, as though the

long after, he touched the wet mud and cold

he was extremely proficient with after having

area appeared before him. It was a dark underground

with excitement. He quickly moved forward and grabbed the black iron

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

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

there

nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, and

feel a numbness rising along his spine

even thinking about it, he immediately threw away all his tools

the ground, but he felt no

Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned

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

crawling up the wall swayed

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

woman to appear in an environment such as this was no different from a ghost story from

Tap! Tap! Tap!

back and almost

suppressed his horror in an instant,

that evil spirit inside the

must

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

Sharron’s original plan had been to scare Rafter Pound off, scaring him so badly that he would

second before tacitly asking, “What do you

he then

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

by working with me, who has the great Tudor Bloodline, can you hope to get out of this predicament that has lasted for more

knew about the existence of the evil spirit, but they still died in that room… Klein frowned

took you until today to

of a target. He could reproduce any voice as long as he

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

sideways at him but

didn’t

because the Dark Emperor

the glory of the Blood

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

asked in Sharron’s voice

He

I know that? Klein

a moment, then he stopped asking, giving

some reason, remained

this, Rafter Pound was overjoyed as he quickly asked, “So,

refuse,” Sharron replied

suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade her

a few steps to the side, arriving at a relatively intact stone