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.

squirmed, returning to his previous identity—a new customer with blond hair, blue eyes, and ordinary

before he immediately opened his

illusory fish scales surfaced on the back of his hand, his originally large and fat body

to beat faster, and a strong instinctive

was a demon that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining his flesh and

by an extreme panic, and he failed

to the sofa

can we talk

horrifying monster suddenly disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all

rashly cry for help as he asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are you? What do

to a number of pirate

I’m not…” White Shark Hamilton

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

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

is to answer frankly. The second is to be killed by

of similar rumors. He swallowed hard

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

felt that the man’s polite smile was tinged with an indescribable madness,

of them have been buried at the bottom of

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 you

in one breath, he saw the man, who called himself a hunter, reveal a gentle

have them all killed, and then there won’t

true madman… White 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,

else?” Klein

was mainly 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 bottom of the sea

Hamilton’s throat moved, without

tightly closed his mouth and looked at the gentleman in the half top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm and reserved, as though madness was brewing within

surface before a

gaze away and placed his hand on the desk

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

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

who had succeeded in laying his bets, sharply

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

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

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

enhanced model that can solve some of those problems?Klein watched as White Shark pried open

and bills, a revolver, a new type

from his previous life’s impression and the information