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 with his

look like an adventurer.” He tilted his head and

black hair, blue eyes, and aged

say that,” Klein replied

hunter that chases after bounties and riches.” The short man looked around and lowered his head, suppressing his voice while he said, “Have you heard of the

Heaven and the Messiah being sealed at the bottom of the

ancient ghost ship

from 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 pounds. I’ve already found 15 companions and raised 720

for Klein to speak, he fumbled for a

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

slipping away from this sort of thing? While Klein was considering whether to appraise the letters, from the corner of

someone again! You damn sewer rat!” Logan picked up the short man and threw

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

are the rats of our Damir Harbor. They always

have anything you want to ask about, don’t

me. I’m an upright person, and I have nothing

becomes… Klein’s expression didn’t change as he calmly said,

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

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

look at Sea Eagle Logan, and he

arm to show his muscles. “Everyone just heard it. In order

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

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…

just rob you?” Logan

after, he saw a fist expanding

Thump!

Eagle Logan’s chin, knocking him backwards toward

push of his right palm, Klein nimbly left

jerked upward, slamming into Logan’s

his eyes bulging while

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

am…” Logan

out his revolver, and swung it, striking the side of Logan’s face with

out one after another, and his mouth

pain that

of

just a glance, Klein threw them on the bar and calmly said, “Keep

as he shouted in