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.

closed the door, he dispelled the illusion, and the muscles on his face rapidly squirmed, returning to his previous

a moment before he immediately opened his mouth

on the back of

faster, and a strong

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

sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by

slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. He politely

we

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

of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are

heard that you’re connected to a number of pirate factions. I would like

White Shark Hamilton subconsciously

extreme hunger again, and he felt as if

his persona and said with a gentlemanly smile, “You

is to be killed by me and then answer

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

answered, “I’m a hunter,

an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Are…

seen many similar adventurers, but all of them have been buried at the bottom of

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 protect all the passengers?

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

and then there won’t

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

Klein asked

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

throat moved, without immediately giving an

looked at the gentleman in the half top hat.

surface before a storm,

away and placed his hand on the

If there’s any urgent information, I’ll

unique Beyonder powers that could determine if he was speaking the truth or if he was saying the whole

who had succeeded in laying his bets,

call it when speaking to me. It’s like a telegram, but it doesn’t

such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely guess what

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 were almost useless. Similarly, the weather in the Fog Sea and the Sonia Sea had changed

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

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

a glance, Klein deduced from his previous life’s impression and the information he had