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

Hamilton was stunned for a moment before he immediately opened his mouth

surfaced on the back of his hand, his originally large and

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

the door was a demon that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining his

was gripped by an extreme panic, and

the sofa and sat down.

can we talk

feeling of being stared at by a horrifying monster suddenly disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all of a sudden while his body shriveled up a lot like a punctured

he asked with beads of sweat lining

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

White

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

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

to answer frankly. The second is to

Hamilton had heard of similar rumors. He swallowed hard and asked,

smiled and answered, “I’m a

smile was tinged with an indescribable madness, and he

all of them have been buried

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

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

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

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

else?” Klein

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

Hamilton’s throat moved, without immediately giving an affirmative

and looked at the gentleman in the half top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and reserved, as though madness

sea surface before

shifted his gaze away and placed his hand

still gathering information for them. If there’s any urgent information,

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 was saying the

succeeded in laying his bets,

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

The pirates possess such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely guess what the radio transceiver

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

open the floor plank

and bills, a revolver, a new type of half-arm gun, and other weapons, while the bottom layer was filled with complicated

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