Lord of the Mysteries

Bam!

The bartender fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

White Shark Hamilton snorted and didn’t say anything. He turned around and walked towards the second floor, stepping on the creaking wooden stairs.

After the excitement was over, the drunkards dispersed one by one. Unaffected, Captain Elland and the others returned upstairs to continue playing cards.

Klein took the opportunity to follow.

He returned to Flying Fish & Wine, not to deal with White Shark who didn’t pose any threat to him but rather to simply get more information from the owner of the bar, who was connected to many pirate factions. After all, he had named his new identity Gehrman, which secretly implied hunting pirates whose hands were stained with blood. He planned on using their souls, flesh, and Beyonder characteristics to replace the souls in Creeping Hunger who were awaiting their release.

There was no gas in Damir Harbor, and the corridor on the second floor was relatively dark. The brass candle stands that were inlaid into each wall flickered and dimmed.

Klein observed the surroundings as he wiped his face, silently transforming into one of the bouncers on the first floor.

He used Illusion Creation to compensate for his mismatched attire.

After finishing his preparations, he walked towards the room that his spiritual intuition identified as belonging to White Shark Hamilton.

He first passed the card room, but he didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

He stopped in front of the bouncers who were guarding the corridor and said in a low voice, “There’s something going on downstairs again.”

“Holy Lord of Storms, what’s happening tonight?” A bouncer sighed.

“I hope those beautiful people don’t get hurt,” another guard said worriedly.

He was referring to the whores who got their business in the bar.

“They’re fine.” Klein stepped past the bouncers and knocked on White Shark’s door.

“Who is it?” Hamilton warily asked.

“Boss, it’s me. Something happened downstairs again!” Klein remembered the information he gleaned while watching the commotion and deliberately hoarsened his voice.

“Damn it!” Hamilton bellowed, “Come in and explain to me what happened!”

Klein turned the doorknob and walked in.

squirmed, returning to his previous identity—a new customer

before he immediately opened his mouth wide

illusory fish scales surfaced on the back of his

beat faster, and a strong instinctive fear

been starved for many days, repeatedly examining

gripped by

slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. He politely

can we talk

relaxed all of a

as he asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead,

answered casually, “I heard that you’re connected to a number of pirate factions. I would like

I’m not…” White Shark Hamilton subconsciously

immediately felt the extreme hunger again, and he felt as if the man’s eyes were dyed with a dark red

inwardly deliberated over his persona and said with a gentlemanly smile,

is to be killed by me

to channel my spirit? White Shark Hamilton had heard of similar rumors. He swallowed

answered, “I’m a hunter, so I’m

man’s polite smile was tinged with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help

similar adventurers, but all of them have been buried at the bottom

seemingly ordinary customers might all be pirate informants! Your friendly accomplice could be bribed at any moment and you’ll be shot in the back! The pirates will gather information in advance and surround your ship. Can you

saw the man, who called himself a hunter, reveal

have them all killed, and then there won’t be such

that they plundered in exchange for alcohol, food, fresh water, weapons, and women’s comfort. This has to happen through me, but I can only wait here for them. I don’t know where their

Klein

he wasn’t worried at all. As a Faceless, he might as well find a place to drown himself at the bottom of

Hamilton’s throat moved, without

the gentleman in the half top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and reserved, as

calm sea surface before a storm, gently resounding, colliding,

away and placed his hand on

urgent information, I’ll use the radio

and was afraid that the man possessed unique Beyonder powers that could determine if he was speaking the truth or if he was saying the whole

had succeeded in laying

when speaking to me. It’s like a telegram, but it doesn’t require

wireless telegraph? The pirates possess such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely guess what the radio transceiver

Berserk Sea, which separated the Northern and Southern Continents with its constant thunder and lightning, the chaotic magnetic field, and violent storms, made only a few sea routes accessible. Even if one was equipped with wireless telegraphs, they

open the

some documents and bills, a revolver, a new type of half-arm gun, and other weapons,

from his previous life’s impression and the information he had gathered previously, that the mechanical construct belonged to