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.

his face rapidly squirmed, returning

stunned for a moment before he immediately opened his

scales surfaced on the back of his hand, his

began to beat faster, and a strong

he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon that had been starved for many

White Shark Hamilton was gripped by an extreme panic,

slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. He

can we talk

a horrifying monster suddenly disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all of a sudden while his body shriveled up a

with beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are you? What do

connected to a number of pirate factions. I would

White

extreme hunger again, and he felt as if the man’s eyes were dyed

said with a gentlemanly smile, “You have

frankly. The second is to be killed

had heard of similar rumors. He swallowed hard and asked, “Why do you want to

smiled and answered, “I’m a

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

all of them

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

in one breath, he saw the man, who called himself a hunter,

then there won’t

took a deep breath and 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,

Klein

Shark. As for having revenge sought on him by the pirates, he wasn’t worried at all. As a Faceless, he might as well find a place to drown himself at the bottom of the sea if

Shark Hamilton’s throat moved, without immediately giving an affirmative

the half top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and

silence was like the calm sea surface before

his gaze away and placed his hand on the desk in

still gathering information for them. If there’s any urgent information, I’ll use the radio

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

who had succeeded in laying his bets,

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

such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely guess what

wireless telegrams had long since appeared. However, it hadn’t found its place in the commercial world. The Berserk Sea, which separated the Northern and Southern Continents with its constant thunder and lightning, the chaotic magnetic field, and violent storms,

open the floor plank in front of the safe and twisted a

was a hidden cabinet with three levels. On the top level were some documents and bills, a revolver, a new

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