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!

so as to not leave behind too much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he could’ve

this contradiction. He

personality or disguising his

of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped

is a novice! His madness is a disguise! His

that must

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

fortune. Once he knew

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

the inflated ambition of a young man who simply had a fortuitous encounter. He

not crazy, and even

item that might allow one to change their appearance and create illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter is more likely to be

who doesn’t have much experience. He specializes in mimicking

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

finger and leaned back in

a little, as though he had already

fellow with a very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful

I’ll no longer have to

…

& Wine, Klein made a detour in the distance. He first walked

back to Gehrman Sparrow as he passed through the shadows. He stuffed the

his gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the bridge of his nose. It gave him

to find his way back

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

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

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

to monitor the corresponding situation and grasp the target’s movement. Then, by interfering with the divination of others, he

The World’s identity to get Miss Justice or Miss Magician to buy one in Backlund. I’ll receive the delivery

a little and

his head. Just like when they officially met, he said

Klein smiled and replied, “I only taught two cheats a

his

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

moment, Donna’s father interrupted,

introduced in a very

smile, Klein