Lord of the Mysteries

After sending out the telegram and cleaning up the desk, White Shark Hamilton relaxed completely. He was finally in the mood and had the ability to think about the details of what had happened to him.

The first question that popped into his mind was: What about the bouncers outside?

He propped himself up with both hands and walked heavily to the door. When he opened it to take a look, he found that several of his men were standing there unsteadily, telling each other jokes involving women.

Hamilton’s anger rushed to his head, but he soon calmed down. The muscles on his face twitched slightly as he pounded on the open door.

Thump!

The bouncers were startled and instinctively turned to look at the door.

“Boss…”

“Boss…”

Seeing who was making the sound, they hurriedly stood there and stammered.

White Shark took a deep breath and asked, “Did you see anyone enter my room?”

“Yes, Lardero. He said that there was a situation downstairs.” The bouncers were confused by the question. “Boss, you were the one who let him in…”

As soon as they finished talking, they suddenly thought of other explanations and asked, “Boss, was something inside stolen?”

Hamilton’s expression sank, and he shook his head.

“Don’t doze off!”

Thud! He drew back and closed the door, leaving the few bouncers puzzled as they exchanged looks, suspecting that their boss was drunk.

In the room, the tall and fat Hamilton frowned and started pacing back and forth.

“Lardero, Lardero, they saw Lardero… That guy, that guy, can he change into someone else’s appearance?” As a collaborator who helped pirates sell their loot and gather intelligence, White Shark Hamilton was no stranger to all sorts of sea rumors. The first thing he thought of was the former Pirate Admiral Qilangos who was said to be capable of turning into anyone.

However, he quickly made more connections.

It might not be this mystical ability. If it’s really close to the description in the rumors, illusions, cues, and mental manipulation can all do similar things.

Hmm, there’s something amiss. That fellow appeared refined and gentle on the outside, but he’s inwardly mad and has terrifying strength. With the character he showcased, he should’ve knocked unconscious or killed anyone who had seen him, before strolling to the door and very politely knocking on the door!

exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he could’ve used a more covert method, like climbing through

one explanation for this contradiction. He

his personality or disguising his

suddenly stopped and put

disguise! His strength

that must be

mystical item isn’t in this domain… In order to successfully enter my room, he was willing to lower his head and address me as “boss” because he was purely relying on the mystical item. He wasn’t too confident about himself and doesn’t have enough pride and madness… He acted like a madman so as to match the mystical item’s effects of generating horror in others. He created

wants to capture and kill some pirates to make a fortune. Once he knew that I’m serving Silver Coin Viper Oder and Admiral of Blood’s intelligence officer, Old Quinn, to the point of being involved with the Queen Mystic, he got scared

radio transceiver again

had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of a young man who

blue eyes, not crazy, and even

to change their appearance and create illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter

just a novice who doesn’t have much experience. He specializes in mimicking a powerful aura with the help

he doesn’t look like an outsider who’s here in Damir Harbor for the

Hamilton stopped his finger and leaned

up a little, as though he

for a fellow with a very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful mystical item at sea. Many greedy sharks would rush towards

longer have to worry about my

…

Klein made a detour in the distance. He first walked quickly before

turned his face back to Gehrman Sparrow as he passed through the shadows.

sideburns and took out his gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the bridge of his

stars to find his way back to the

let out a soft chuckle. Amidst the cold wind, he leisurely thought, I hope White Shark isn’t that

and made mistakes. And this person, on the other hand, knew a lot about Damir Harbor and White Shark. He had a tempting mystical item on him which had messed with his mind, making him a little crazy

idea was that pirates would wander around the ocean, and even the navy would have a hard time finding them. If he could get more accurate information from White Shark, he could of course go straight to them. If that didn’t work, his identity could be used as a bait

discovered that White Shark could contact Old Quinn, the intelligence officer of Admiral of Blood, Klein’s plan was completed. His acquisition of the passcodes and the frequency spectrum had allowed him to monitor the corresponding situation and grasp the target’s movement. Then, by interfering with the divination of

basically impossible to buy it at sea… I’ll have to use The World’s identity to get

in sight, he quickened his pace a little and found that Donna’s family and

nodding his head. Just like when they officially met, he said in a low voice, “I heard there was trouble at Flying Fish &

and rather familiar with Damir Harbor… Klein smiled and replied, “I only taught

his impression of Gehrman Sparrow

still be considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or retreat. But now, he was a bit uncertain. He felt that there might be a hidden flame of madness hidden

father interrupted, “Mr. Cleves, who

Cleves introduced

smile, Klein extended his