Lord of the Mysteries

The standoff was between a brawny man in a blue white-striped shirt, a symbol of the navy. Despite the weather being at near zero temperatures, he had his arms bare.

He held a dagger against the throat of the man opposite him, but his glabella was being pointed at by an ancient musket, one which could’ve been placed in a museum.

The musket’s owner was also more than 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles and an oily face. He had shaved his hair, and with a sea eagle tattoo, he cursed, “Dogsh*t Navy sailor!

“No one in Damir Harbor would dare slander me as a pirate’s informant!”

The Navy sailor didn’t yield to him, and both sides fully illustrated the rich profanities of the sea.

Klein observed for a few seconds, then he walked around the edge to Captain Elland, who had a straight sword at his waist and a hidden musket on his body. He asked in a calm and casual manner, “What happened?”

“A quarrel between two drunkards. In Damir Harbor and in the surrounding waters, there’s always been such rumors that Sea Eagle Logan is in service of the master of the Black Tulip. The Navy sailor had mentioned this a moment ago, and Sea Eagle just happened to hear that.”

The master of the Black Tulip? Isn’t that Admiral Hell Ludwell? Klein turned and sat down on the high stool in front of the bar counter. He tapped the wooden countertop.

“One glass of Southville beer.”

“Six pence.” A bronze-skinned bartender with pearly-white teeth wiped the cups as he said with zero passion.

When it comes to continental specialties, the prices are much higher than Backlund and Tingen… Klein fished out a handful of copper pence, counted six pence and gave it to him.

At this moment, Logan and the Navy sailor were stopped by the bar’s bouncer. After they each spoke harshly to each other, they retreated to different corners.

Perhaps it was due to him losing his dignity, the Navy sailor hurriedly left after about ten seconds. The atmosphere in the bar became lively once again.

“Want to play some cards?” Captain Elland pointed to the stairs by the side of the bar.

“No.” Klein’s main purpose for coming was to gather information.

Elland subconsciously wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but his cold and sharp demeanor stopped him. He could only pull back his hand and pretend to adjust his dark red coat and remind him, “Don’t get the women here.”

Klein nodded, picked up the glass of Southville beer, and took a swig.

“Also, don’t trust anyone here. Only a small portion of what they say is true.” Elland carried his Lanti Proof and stepped onto the stairs that led to the second floor.

Klein turned his head to glance at him and asked without a change in expression, “Including you?”

“… Perhaps.” Elland was taken aback at first before he laughed out loud. “At least my reminder just now was real. Oh, and me being a man is true as well!”

Not necessarily… There’s a potion called Witch in this world… Klein looked away, drinking slowly and listening to the surrounding drinkers boasting.

later, a short, thin man sat down next to Klein with

adventurer.” He tilted his

who greeted him had black hair, blue eyes, and aged facial features.

say that,” Klein

man looked around and lowered his head, suppressing his voice while he said, “Have you heard of the

in Heaven and the Messiah being sealed at the bottom of the sea… Using the power of Faceless, Klein sent out a

ghost ship full

it, and we don’t want to be robbed of our wealth, so we’ve decided to hire our own armed merchant ships to wait in that area, which would probably cost about 1,000

he fumbled for a stack of brownish-yellow

but after the fifteen friends who read through this information, all of them decided to join in on

of thing? While Klein was considering whether to appraise the letters, from the corner of his eye, he

you’re trying to scam someone again! You damn sewer rat!” Logan picked up the short man and threw him into the open space in the middle

tattoo on his head, sat in the same position

our Damir Harbor. They

you have anything you want to ask about, don’t hesitate

an upright person, and I have nothing to do with

that, the more suspicious it becomes… Klein’s expression didn’t change as he calmly

me a plate of special cured meat. I’ll be treating this mate to our

while still maintaining his cold expression, pushed open the door and entered the kitchen. Soon, he brought out a plate of red and white, finely cut

Sea Eagle Logan, and he instead

pounds.” Sea Eagle Logan turned his head to the side, smiling warmly as he raised his arm to show his muscles. “Everyone just heard it. In order to thank me,

moment, Klein didn’t realize what had happened. It was only when the bartender urged him a second

an easily seen through farce to let Sea Eagle Logan appear, thereby winning a good impression with the target, then, with the excuse of treating the target, order an especially expensive special cured meat, and then finally, he goes back on his word and turns matters upside down and forcing a sale… It’s no wonder that when Rat Woody was thrown out, those drunkards didn’t make a sound… They were all afraid of this Logan whose rumored to be in the service of Admiral Hell… How should I deal with this? My present persona is Gehrman Sparrow, a somewhat crazy adventurer and bounty hunter… Klein raised his cup and drank a mouthful of the rich malt-flavored beer and said with his usual tone, “Why don’t you just

you?” Logan was a little

after, he saw a fist expanding before his

Thump!

on Sea Eagle Logan’s

nimbly left

tensed, and his knees jerked upward, slamming into Logan’s lower

Logan threw back his head, his eyes bulging

shoved the revolver into the man’s mouth, and

I am…”

the eye, pulled out his revolver, and swung it, striking the side

another, and his

blow and a pain that exceeded his limits, his eyes rolled back, and

him up and pulled a handful of loose bills and coins out of his

five pounds with just a glance, Klein threw them on

turned slightly pale as he shouted