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

for a moment before he immediately opened his mouth wide in an attempt

fish scales surfaced on the back of his

to beat faster, and a strong instinctive fear seized

had been starved for many

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

sofa and sat down.

can we talk

Hamilton relaxed all of a sudden while

didn’t rashly cry for help as he asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are you? What do you

hunter,” Klein answered casually, “I heard that you’re connected to a number of pirate factions. I would like to know their

White

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

and said with a gentlemanly

is to answer frankly. The second is to be killed by me and then

Hamilton had heard of similar rumors. He

and answered, “I’m a

was tinged with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t

many similar adventurers, but all of them

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

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

have them all killed, and then there won’t

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 for them. I don’t know where their ships

Klein asked

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

moved, without immediately giving

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

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

gaze away and placed his hand

If there’s any urgent information, I’ll use the radio

was afraid that the man possessed unique Beyonder powers that could determine if he

who had succeeded in laying his bets, sharply caught

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

The pirates possess such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely

inventing 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,

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

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

and the information he had gathered