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 to his Sequence,

this contradiction. He was

or disguising his

thought of this, Hamilton suddenly

is a novice! His madness is a disguise! His strength is demonstrated by relying on

must be

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

powerful mystical item. With his elevated ambition, he 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

closer he felt to the truth. He hurriedly set up the radio transceiver again and flipped through the passcodes and added a telegram

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

not crazy, and even a

illusions. In consideration of the

novice who doesn’t have much experience. He specializes

knows a thing or two about me, and he doesn’t look like an

his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his chair creaking

his mouth curled up a little, as though he had already seen

possessing a powerful mystical item at sea.

I’ll no longer have to worry about my problems being

…

the harbor was rather quiet. After leaving the Flying Fish & Wine, Klein made a detour in the distance. He first

was sure that no one was following him, he turned his face back to Gehrman Sparrow as he passed through the shadows. He stuffed the hem of his shirt

adjusted his sideburns and took out his gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose. It gave

rely on the stars to find

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

he had set up tonight was of a new adventurer who lacked experience 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

more accurate information from White Shark, he could of course go straight to them. If that didn’t work,

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.

have the equipment 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 Magician to

little and found that

like when they officially met, he said in a low

Harbor… Klein smiled and

suddenly feeling that his impression of Gehrman Sparrow was

could still be considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or retreat. But now, he was a

father interrupted, “Mr. Cleves, who

colleague, Gehrman Sparrow,” Cleves introduced in a very

a polite smile, Klein extended