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.

three minutes later, a short, thin man sat down next

you look like an adventurer.”

him had black hair, blue eyes, and

that,” Klein

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

of Amway, and I’ve also heard of the Father in Heaven and the Messiah being sealed at the

a huge, ancient ghost ship

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 own

waiting for Klein to speak, he fumbled for

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

without slipping away from this sort of thing? While Klein was considering whether to appraise the letters, from the corner

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 of the bar, where he landed on

his head, sat in the same position as Woody

these are the rats of our Damir Harbor. They always do things that ruin

all very friendly. If you have anything you

an upright

Klein’s expression didn’t

top and said to the bartender, “Give me a plate of special

expression, pushed open the door and entered the kitchen. Soon, he brought out a plate of red and white,

Eagle Logan,

arm to show his muscles. “Everyone just heard it. In order to thank me, you offered to treat me to some special

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

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

just rob you?” Logan

saw a fist expanding before

Thump!

fist landed on Sea Eagle Logan’s chin, knocking him backwards toward the

palm, Klein nimbly left his chair and approached

his knees jerked upward, slamming into

threw back his head, his eyes bulging while his mouth

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

I am…” Logan shouted

pulled out his revolver, and swung it, striking the

fell out one after another,

pain that exceeded his limits,

a handful of loose

with just a glance, Klein

turned slightly pale as he shouted in