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!

leave behind too much information or exposing secrets related

contradictory… There’s only one explanation for this contradiction. He was

he disguising his personality or disguising his

suddenly

a disguise!

must

and enter through the window, because he’s a Low-Sequence Beyonder, and he isn’t good in such aspects. The focus of his 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

fortune. Once he knew that I’m serving Silver Coin Viper Oder and Admiral of Blood’s intelligence officer, Old Quinn, to the

to the truth. He hurriedly set up the radio transceiver again and flipped through the

hunter, because everything that had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of a young man who

blue eyes, not crazy,

a rather mystical item that might allow one to change their appearance and create illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter

He specializes in

or two about me, and he doesn’t look like an outsider who’s here in Damir Harbor for

his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his chair creaking under

he had already seen the ending of that

for a fellow with a very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful mystical

longer have to worry about

…

a detour in the distance. He first walked quickly before moving slowly, his pace gradually

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

on the bridge

to find his

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

a lot

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 to lure some knowledgeable pirates to a predetermined location to complete the initial

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 others, he could, at the most appropriate time, use the combination of having a

to monitor their communications… It’s basically impossible to buy it at sea… I’ll have to use The World’s identity to get Miss Justice or Miss

his pace a little and found

when they officially met, he said in a low voice, “I heard there was trouble at Flying Fish

Damir Harbor… Klein smiled

feeling that his

who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or retreat. But now, he was

Donna’s father interrupted, “Mr. Cleves,

Sparrow,” Cleves introduced in

smile, Klein