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.

muscles on his face rapidly squirmed, returning to his previous identity—a new customer

immediately opened his

scales surfaced on the back

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

that had been starved

sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by an

walked to the sofa and sat down. He

can we

by a horrifying monster suddenly disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all

for help as he asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are you? What do

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

not…” White

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

inwardly deliberated over his persona and said

answer frankly. The second is to be killed

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

answered, “I’m a hunter, so I’m chasing

with an indescribable madness, and

but all of them have

not hard to kill a lone pirate, but can you defend against any further retaliation? The whores in 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

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

have them all killed, and then there

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,

else?” Klein asked

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

without

mouth and looked at the gentleman in the half top hat. The

silence was like the calm sea surface before a storm, gently resounding, colliding,

and placed

them. If there’s any urgent information, I’ll

take the risk 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

Klein, who had succeeded in laying

it when speaking to me. It’s like a telegram, but it doesn’t require a wire.” Hamilton turned and

advanced technology? Klein

something like this, but when he flipped through relevant magazines, he realized that 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, made only a few sea routes accessible. Even if one was equipped with wireless telegraphs, they

some of those problems?Klein watched as White Shark pried open

level were some documents and bills, a revolver, a new type of

life’s impression and the information he had gathered previously, that