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.

he quickly turned around and walked towards

“…”

He didn’t know why Cleves had specially come to

television dramas he had seen in his previous

not looking like someone to mess with, so he introduced himself in advance to indicate his identity and what his job is. It’s to tell me to not have any plans regarding his employer’s family. In short, “you do what you do, I do what I do, and we stay out of each other’s business”… Is this the tacit understanding between experienced adventurers and veteran

he pushed open the wooden door and

just large enough to fit a bed, a

windows, The wharf’s sunlight shone in, illuminating the table and

toilet, but one must pay the cleaning fee of three pence each time… I have to be grateful that after the White Agate was renovated, it has many metal pipelines laid. Boilers are burning and hot water is being supplied, providing a relatively convenient way of life. Otherwise, my travels wouldn’t be

his necessities and placed them on the table for daily

of the bed which wasn’t too high, and he listened to the long whistle of the steam whistle. He felt the power that stemmed from steam and machinery contained

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

give up trying to escape and attempt a sabotage act had allowed his

but you 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

he came up

correspond to the spirit of one’s identity, to

had worn a lot of facades, which formed a social persona. In a

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

all the masks are taken down, there will be none left. What kind of “yourself” does a

deeper meaning

challenge the impossible without reasons stemming from society, am I really acting

to be explored

changed his position, trying to sit more

had happened before, he

underground ruins, I disguised myself as Ince Zangwill and successfully escaped from my predicament, but why

imply that to digest the Faceless potion, a superficial disguise

this is closer to the use of Beyonder

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

reason why I feel harmony with the Faceless potion is because I had

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

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

of people who have died in a foreign land but have a wish that has yet

his baffling horror, and he drew up an initial direction

the more difficult it is to act… He sighed, took out his pocket watch, and checked the