Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 500

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.

the illusion, and the muscles on his face rapidly squirmed, returning to his previous identity—a new customer with blond hair,

before he immediately opened his mouth wide

fish scales surfaced on the back

heart began to beat faster, and a strong instinctive

felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining his flesh and soul with an ice-cold,

of a sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by an extreme

walked to the sofa and sat down. He politely

we talk

of being stared at by a horrifying monster suddenly disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all of a sudden while

as he asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are

Klein answered casually, “I heard that you’re connected to a

I’m not…” White

extreme hunger again, and he felt as if the

and said with

to be killed by me and

similar rumors. He swallowed

answered, “I’m a hunter, so I’m

was tinged with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t

of them have been buried at the bottom

you’ll be shot in the back! The pirates will gather information in advance and surround your

in his heart in one breath, he saw the man, who called himself a hunter, reveal a gentle and

then

said, “I’m in contact with many pirates, but it’s a passive relationship. They need to sell the cash, jewelry, and goods 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 ships pass or

Klein asked

the pirates, he wasn’t worried at all. As a Faceless, he might

moved, without immediately

hat. The gentleman’s eyes were

calm sea surface

Hamilton shifted his gaze away and placed his hand on

any urgent information, I’ll use the radio

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

had succeeded in laying

speaking to me. It’s like a telegram, but it doesn’t require a wire.” Hamilton turned and walked over to the gray safe and

technology?

lightning, the chaotic magnetic field, and violent storms, made only a few sea routes accessible. Even if one was equipped with wireless telegraphs, they were almost useless. Similarly, the

be that there’s an enhanced model that can solve some of those problems?Klein watched as White Shark pried open the

the top level were some documents and bills, a

glance, Klein deduced from his previous life’s impression and the information he had gathered previously, that the mechanical construct

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