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.

thin man sat down next to Klein

you look like an adventurer.”

had black hair, blue eyes, and aged facial features. His temperament was

could say that,” Klein replied

hunter that chases after bounties and riches.” The short man looked around

sealed at the bottom of the sea… Using the power of Faceless, Klein sent out a signal not to approach

a huge, ancient ghost ship

in an infectious tone. “We found some information about where it will appear next! We don’t want the pirates or the Navy to benefit from it, and we don’t want to be robbed of our wealth, so we’ve decided to hire our

to speak, he fumbled for

In fact, no one will, but after the fifteen friends who read through this information, all of them decided to join in

a gullible face? Or would any bumpkin end up in this situation without slipping away from this sort of thing? While Klein was considering whether to appraise the letters, from the corner of his eye,

damn sewer rat!” Logan picked up the short man and threw him into the open space in the middle of the bar, where he

bluish-green tattoo on his head, sat in the same position as Woody

these are the rats of our Damir Harbor. They always

we’re all very friendly. If you have anything you want to ask about,

say about me. I’m an upright person, and

suspicious it becomes… Klein’s expression didn’t

said to the bartender, “Give me a plate of special cured meat. I’ll be treating this mate

and entered the kitchen. Soon, he brought out a plate of

at Sea Eagle Logan, and he

the side, smiling warmly as he raised his arm to show his muscles. “Everyone just heard it.

had happened. It was only when the bartender urged him a second time

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

rob you?” Logan was a little

saw a fist

Thump!

left fist landed on Sea Eagle Logan’s

right palm, Klein nimbly left his chair and approached Logan’s falling

and his knees jerked upward, slamming into Logan’s

threw back his head, his eyes bulging while his mouth hung half

his gun, shoved the revolver into the man’s mouth, and pulled

I am…” Logan shouted

revolver, and swung it, striking the side of Logan’s

out one after another, and

that exceeded his limits, his eyes

a handful of loose bills and coins out of

estimated that there wasn’t more than five pounds with just a glance,

as he shouted in panic, “My boss is White