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.

dispelled the illusion, and the muscles on his face rapidly squirmed, returning to his previous identity—a new customer

before he immediately opened his mouth wide in an

the back

and a strong instinctive fear seized him by

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

sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by an extreme panic, and he failed to effectively

slowly walked to the sofa and

can we

Hamilton relaxed all

cry for help as he asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead,

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

White Shark Hamilton subconsciously

again, and he felt as if the man’s eyes were dyed

his persona and said with a

second is to be killed by me and then

my spirit? White Shark Hamilton had heard of similar rumors. He swallowed hard

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

that the man’s polite smile was tinged with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help

similar adventurers, but all of them

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

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

all killed, and then there

Shark Hamilton immediately 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

else?” Klein

all. As a Faceless, he might as well find a place to drown himself at the bottom of the

throat moved, without immediately

top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and

silence was like the calm sea surface before a storm,

Hamilton shifted his gaze away and placed his hand on the desk

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

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

transceiver?” Klein, who had succeeded in laying his bets, sharply caught onto

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

possess such advanced technology? Klein could

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

open the floor plank in front of the

three levels. On the top level were some documents and bills, a revolver, a new type of half-arm gun,

deduced from his previous life’s impression and the information he had gathered previously, that the mechanical construct