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

moment before he immediately opened his mouth

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

began to beat faster, and a

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

of a sudden, White Shark Hamilton was gripped by

walked to the sofa

we talk

feeling of being stared at by a horrifying monster suddenly disappeared. Hamilton relaxed all

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

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

not…” White

as if the man’s eyes

deliberated over his persona and said with a gentlemanly smile,

is to be killed by me

Shark Hamilton had heard of similar rumors. He swallowed hard

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

indescribable madness, and he couldn’t help but blurt

similar adventurers, but all of them have been buried at the

to kill a lone pirate, but can you defend against 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

his heart in one breath, he saw the man,

killed, and then there won’t

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

else?” Klein

on him by the pirates, he wasn’t worried at all. As a Faceless, he

Hamilton’s throat moved, without immediately

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

the calm sea surface before a storm,

away and placed his hand

gathering information for them. If there’s any urgent information, I’ll use the radio

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, sharply caught onto

it doesn’t require

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

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, they

that can solve some of those problems?Klein watched as White Shark pried open the floor plank in front of the safe

levels. On the top level were some documents and bills, a revolver,

from his previous life’s impression and the information he had