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.

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

before he immediately opened his mouth

on the back of his

and a strong instinctive fear

a demon that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining his flesh and soul with an ice-cold, craving look in

a sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by

slowly walked to the sofa and sat

we

Hamilton relaxed all of a

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

connected to a number of pirate factions. I would like

White Shark Hamilton subconsciously

and he felt as if the man’s eyes were dyed with a dark red

and said with a

to be

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

smiled and answered, “I’m a hunter, so I’m chasing after

indescribable

adventurers, but all of them have been buried at

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

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

and then there won’t

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

else?” Klein asked

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

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

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

like the calm sea surface before a storm, gently resounding,

Hamilton shifted his gaze away and placed his hand on the

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

Shark didn’t dare to 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

succeeded in laying his bets, sharply

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

telegraph? The pirates possess such advanced technology?

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 were almost useless. Similarly, the weather in the Fog Sea and the Sonia Sea had changed drastically, and there were a number of factors that affected electromagnetic transmission. The use of wireless telegrams had

some of those problems?Klein watched as White Shark pried open the floor plank in front of the safe and twisted a mechanism to

cabinet with three levels. On the top level were some documents and bills, a revolver, a new type of half-arm gun, and other weapons, while the bottom

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