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.”

he wasn’t a Spectator, Klein could tell that he was very confident and that he

plundering, they’ll be distributed according to our ranks. Under normal circumstances, when our luck is still pretty good, the lowest ranking sailor can earn about two to three hundred pounds a year. I heard that this would make one a member of the middle-class on

he spoke, he

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

leave? Klein found it

intensity from the man’s description, reminding him of the humorous Somali

cloaked man added with a smile, “As an adventurer, are you still chasing after the powers that transcend nature as told in

long as you join us, you’ll have a chance to

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

no longer looking as jocular

Admiral Iceberg Edwina Edwards’s subordinate, fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream, Blazing

identity, Danitz waited patiently for the

acted somewhat crazily despite looking refined and polite,

had the illusion that the man standing in the dark

as it had

intuition told him that he was facing an abyss filled with madness and

time had passed

to answer this question, but his instinct made him spit out

felt the man retract his gaze, the hunger to gnaw

was and watched as the young adventurer in a black coat and a silk half top hat turn around and walk to the other end of the alley. He

Wall Avenue, but he spends most of his time on the second

figure disappeared into the distance did Danitz straighten his back and

fellow…”

thoughts and muttered to himself, I have to inform Captain that there’s

a heart like a lunatic’s. If one doesn’t have the determination and confidence to kill him, it’s best

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

to White Shark, he didn’t care

…

of another quiet street, Klein stood in the shadows, looking

Mr. Azik, its thirst for flesh and souls still intrinsically existed and

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

heard that Danitz was a famous pirate on the bounty list, killing intent instantly rose

to judge that he wasn’t a pirate who was

will be flawless… Klein paused for a few seconds, took out a gold coin and performed two divinations. First, he divined if Blazing Danitz was lying, and

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

gold coin, pressed down his hat, and while doing so,

his appearance—blond hair, blue

overcoat and pulled up the inner shirt so that it was no longer stuffed into his

began sweating. His lips were dry as he identified the direction and headed back to the Flying Fish & Wine