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.

rapidly squirmed, returning to his previous identity—a new customer with

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

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

began to beat faster, and a

that had been starved for many days, repeatedly examining his flesh and soul with an ice-cold, craving

gripped by an extreme panic,

walked to the sofa

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

asked with beads of sweat lining his forehead, “Who are you? What do you

a number of pirate factions.

White Shark Hamilton

extreme hunger again, and he felt as

over his persona and said with a

second is to be killed by me and then answer

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

answered, “I’m a

with an indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help but

them have

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

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

then

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

else?” Klein

reply just now 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 if

White Shark Hamilton’s throat moved, without immediately

his mouth and looked at the gentleman in the half top hat. The gentleman’s eyes were calm

sea surface before a storm, gently resounding,

away and placed his hand on the desk

any urgent information, I’ll use the radio transceiver they

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

transceiver?” Klein, who had succeeded in laying

It’s like a telegram, but it doesn’t

such advanced technology? Klein could vaguely guess

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

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 a

was a hidden cabinet with three levels. On the top level were some documents and bills, a revolver, a new type of half-arm gun, and other weapons, while the bottom layer

impression and the information he had gathered previously, that the