Lord of the Mysteries

Ding!

The gold coin quietly flipped up, tumbled down, and firmly lay in the palm of Klein’s hand.

Lowering his head to glance if it was heads or tails, Klein spun his heel and smoothly turned into a quiet, dark alley.

The wind by the sea was cold and strong, and it caused a convection in the area, propelling his coat up without him realizing it and causing his half top hat to almost fall off.

Suddenly, Klein stopped, turned around, and said in a deep voice, “Come out.”

His eyes were sharp as he stared at the shadow around the corner.

After four or five seconds of silence, a figure emerged from the shadows. He chuckled and said, “Very sharp.”

It was a man in a black cloak, approximately thirty years of age, and his eyebrows were charred yellow while his dark blue eyes were bright. His face wasn’t too chiseled, as though he was from the area south of Intis, Lenburg, and Segar.

As soon as he saw him, a picture flashed in Klein’s mind.

As he entered the Flying Fish & Wine, he had professionally looked around for anyone he needed to pay attention to.

The answer at the time was no. The man had been drinking like a sailor and watching curiously from the side. He was no different from the other guests, and his appearance wasn’t distinctive, but his black cloak had left a certain impression on Klein, allowing him to recognize the person who tailed him in an instant.

“What do you want?” Klein, who was maintaining his persona, bent down slightly, like a huge feline ready to pounce.

The man in the black cloak laughed once again.

“The fighting technique and handling method that you displayed just now was very consistent with my taste. I chased after you to ask if you’re interested in joining us

“Although that guy named Logan was indeed pretending to be an informant of Ludwell, White Shark Hamilton does have connections with many pirates. He’s a character with a shady background, so he’ll definitely take your act of beating up one of his men at the bar to heart. There will definitely be problems for you in the future, and I can help you resolve this problem.

“You’re an adventurer, so it’s necessary for you to have dreams of treasure. As for us, we’re people who banded together in a bid to seek treasure such as the Specter Empire, Solomon’s inheritance, the secret of the Fountain of Unaging, the Death’s Key, the Sunken Laurel, and Roselle’s Treasure while traveling the Five Seas. Today, although we haven’t accomplished any of our main goals, we’ve found many missing pirate ships. Heh heh, what I said does sound like what that rat had said, right?”

He cleared his throat and said, “Frankly speaking, we’re a band of pirates formed from a group of adventurers, but we only plunder merchant and passenger ships when we’re especially poor, and we don’t harm the innocent. Our main focus is on finding treasures, and we often reap harvests. And I kid you not, I once slept on a bed formed of gold coins. If we run into any other pirate ships, just showing them our prowess wins us some compensation.

“By the way, our Captain has decreed that before we recruit new people, we have to explain our creed and remuneration.”

Creed? Your captain is a little interesting… Klein deliberately softened his tension to see if the enemy would take the opportunity to attack.

The black-cloaked man smiled in a relaxed manner.

“What I said previously was our creed, and now, let me talk about the remuneration.”

tell that he was very confident and that he was completely unfazed by the scene

pounds a year. I heard that this would make one a member of the

he suddenly cursed

missed a good chance of finding the Specter Empire because Captain was

Klein found it

only feel the pirate crew’s comedic intensity from the man’s description, reminding him of the humorous Somali pirate recruitment advertisements

by his words, the black cloaked man added with a smile, “As

you join us, you’ll have

that, he coughed and said, “I forgot to introduce

expression turned solemn, no longer looking as jocular as he was

fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream,

for the look

looking refined and polite, say in a low voice, “Blazing Danitz with a bounty of 3,000

the dark alley had turned into an indescribable,

as it had been earlier. He was so tense that he was trembling

he was facing an abyss filled

how much time had passed

Blazing Danitz’s dignity made him scorn to answer this question, but his instinct made

finished speaking, he felt the man retract his gaze, the hunger to gnaw on his flesh and soul

half top hat turn around and walk to the other end of the alley. He stopped when he was about to turn the corner, and turning his

1 Sea Wall Avenue, but he spends most of his time on the second floor of the Flying Fish & Wine. It’s no different today,” Blazing Danitz

the distance did Danitz straighten his back and take off his

terrifying fellow…”

found his thoughts and muttered to himself, I

gentleman on the outside, but he has a heart like a lunatic’s. If one

decided to return to the hotel for some sleep. He planned to wait until the telegraph office opened the next morning before relaying the message to his middleman contact in

White Shark, he didn’t

…

another quiet street, Klein stood in the shadows, looking down at the black glove on

thirst for flesh and souls still intrinsically existed

worried that the sealed item would produce any problems, but when he had the urge to kill someone, the

rose inwardly out of his yearning desire, causing Creeping Hunger

Klein always had good self-control in this aspect. From his words, he was able to judge that he wasn’t a pirate who was riddled

out a gold coin and performed two divinations. First, he divined if Blazing Danitz was lying, and second, if White Shark Hamilton was able to cause

showed that there was no need for Blazing Danitz to lie, and the second one showed that White Shark Hamilton was unable

put away the gold coin, pressed down his hat, and while doing so, he swept his palm

instantly changed his appearance—blond hair,

up the inner shirt so that it was no longer stuffed

Klein, who didn’t carry a cane, began sweating. His lips were dry as he identified the direction