Lord of the Mysteries

As soon he stepped onto the deck and before he could enter the cabin, Klein saw a figure moving through the crowd towards him through the corner of his eye.

He looked over his shoulder with an air of indifference but hidden vigilance, and he saw a man in his thirties wearing a black half top hat and a windbreaker of the same color.

The other party had a weathered face, looking boorish but extremely masculine. His light blue eyes didn’t contain a smile, as if they were immersed in many past events.

He looks a little familiar… Right, he’s that guy I noticed at the ticket office yesterday. He seems to be an adventurer as well… He’s actually wearing a windbreaker at sea in January. He’s quite strong… While lifting his cane with ease and pointing diagonally downwards, Klein said with a smile, “Good morning, we meet again.”

It was like he was greeting an old friend.

The boorish man, however, wasn’t surprised. He stopped and nodded in a somewhat reserved manner, saying, “Cleves, a former adventurer.

“Mate, are you in the same trade?”

“I thought you knew yesterday. Gehrman Sparrow,” Klein responded with a smile.

He didn’t pass his cane to his left hand, because he didn’t intend to shake Cleves’s hand.

“I can tell.” Cleves maintained two seconds of silence and said, “Being an adventurer isn’t a beautiful profession. I’ve already switched careers and have become a bodyguard. This time, I’m accompanying my employer’s family to the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago.”

He half-turned and pointed to another spot on the deck.

Klein traced where he was pointing and saw nearly ten people gathered together. They were led by a plump middle-aged gentleman with ruddy cheeks and spirited eyes. On his double-breasted suit, Klein could see the gold chain from his pocket watch and a jeweled collar brooch.

Next to him was a lady in a wide-brimmed hat, her face completely hidden by the dark-blue muslin that hung down, and her figure wasn’t too bad.

Standing in front of the couple were two children. The younger one was a boy who wasn’t even ten years old. He was wearing a child’s version of a tailcoat. The older one was 15 or 16 years old and was a lively and energetic teenage girl. Her looks couldn’t be considered outstanding, but her pair of brown eyes were quite bright and intelligent. Her faint freckles and puffy dress added to her playfulness.

Around them were three people carrying suitcases and all sorts of items—a man and two women, all dressed as servants. One of the maids had brownish skin, clearly of Southern Continent heritage.

The bodyguards protecting the seven people were a man and a woman. They were dressed simply and neatly in white shirts, light sweaters, black coats, dark trousers, and sturdy leather boots.

The two bodyguards deliberately didn’t hide the outlines created made by the gun holsters by their waists. They didn’t relax as they inspected the approaching passersby. Their eyes were sharp and they were composed.

“Three servants and three bodyguards?” Klein asked casually.

This is quite an extravagant setup, which means that their employer is a rich person… Instinctively, he made his judgment.

“Yes.” Cleves nodded.

word, he quickly turned around and walked towards

“…”

was stunned. He didn’t know why Cleves had specially come to

the novels, movies, and television dramas he had seen in his previous

family. In short, “you do what you do,

creak, he pushed open the wooden

large enough to fit a bed, a table, and a cupboard. There

wharf’s sunlight shone in, illuminating the table

member of the crew mentioned that the washroom and bathroom are for public use, with about eight rooms sharing one. If someone urgently needs one, then they can provide a wooden toilet, but one must pay the cleaning fee of three pence each time… I have to be grateful that

necessities and placed them on the

high, and he listened to the long whistle of the steam whistle. He felt the power that

He began to think about the most important thing that would happen next—the problem of

to escape and attempt a sabotage act had

are ultimately yourself.” This is the principle which Nimblewright Master Rosago was made to remember… I originally imagined that “yourself” refers to my original identity, but from the looks of it, that’s not the complete picture. What is considered as

while, he came up

one’s identity,

Earth, Zhou Mingrui had worn a lot of facades, which formed a social persona. In a sense, this was a

take over their identity. In order to not be discovered, I have to

will be none left. What

this the deeper meaning behind “yourself” in that

the impossible without reasons stemming

to be explored and

this thought, Klein changed his position, trying to sit more

everything that had happened before, he found another question

Ince Zangwill and successfully escaped from my predicament, but why didn’t I feel any signs of digesting the potion

to digest the Faceless potion, a

closer to the use

on a social level? Only when his relatives and friends are unable to find him for

feel harmony with the Faceless potion

principle of Faceless is that you can disguise yourself as anyone, but you are ultimately yourself… The second principle is to

become that person in a societal sense is quite evil just thinking

died

eased his baffling horror, and he drew up an initial direction for his

is to act… He sighed, took out his pocket watch, and