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.

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

he immediately opened his mouth wide in an attempt to shout

surfaced on the back of his hand, his originally

heart began to beat faster, and a strong instinctive fear seized him by the

this moment, he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining his flesh and

a sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by

walked to the sofa and sat down. He

can we talk

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

of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are you?

you’re connected to a number of pirate factions. I

I’m not…” White Shark Hamilton subconsciously

he felt as if the man’s eyes were dyed

persona and said with a gentlemanly smile,

is to be killed by me and then answer

similar rumors. He swallowed

“I’m a hunter,

tinged with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help but blurt out,

many similar adventurers, but all of them have been

the bar or the 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 protect all the passengers? Can you survive a cannon bombardment? On the sea where there’s no

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

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

Klein asked

was mainly to scare White 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 they

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

tightly closed his mouth and looked at the gentleman in the half top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and reserved, as though madness was brewing

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

placed his hand on the

I’m still gathering information for them. If there’s any urgent information, I’ll use the radio transceiver they gave me

didn’t dare to take the risk and was afraid that the man possessed unique Beyonder powers that could

succeeded in laying

like a telegram, but it doesn’t require a wire.” Hamilton turned and

such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely guess what the

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 weather in the Fog Sea and the Sonia Sea had changed drastically, and there were a number of factors

Shark pried open the floor plank in front of the safe and twisted a mechanism to reveal a secret door in

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

deduced from his previous life’s impression and the information he had gathered