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.

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

Hamilton was stunned for a moment before he immediately opened

time, many illusory fish scales surfaced on the back

to beat faster, and a strong instinctive fear

that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining

by an extreme panic,

sofa

can we

disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all of a sudden while his body

beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who

a number of pirate factions. I would like

not…” White Shark Hamilton

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

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

to be killed by me and then

channel my spirit? White Shark Hamilton had heard of similar rumors. He swallowed hard and asked, “Why do you want to know about any of

smiled and answered, “I’m a

the man’s polite smile was tinged with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Are… Are you

all of them have been buried at

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 protect all the passengers? Can you survive a cannon bombardment? On the sea where there’s no room to run, how are you going to

venting the horror in his heart in one breath, he saw the man, who called himself a

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

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, food, fresh water, weapons, and women’s comfort. This has to happen through me, but I can only wait here

Klein

As for having revenge sought on him by the pirates, he wasn’t worried at all. As a Faceless,

Shark Hamilton’s throat moved, without immediately giving an

top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and reserved, as though madness was

surface before a storm,

placed his hand on the desk

If there’s any urgent information, I’ll use the radio transceiver they gave

man possessed unique Beyonder powers that could determine

succeeded in laying his bets, sharply caught

doesn’t require a wire.” Hamilton turned and walked over to the gray safe and

pirates possess such advanced technology? Klein could

The 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

as White Shark pried open the floor plank in front of the

level were some documents and bills, a revolver, a new type of half-arm gun, and other weapons, while the bottom

impression and the information he had gathered