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!

avoid creating a huge commotion so as to not leave behind too much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence,

There’s only one explanation for this contradiction.

personality or disguising his strength?

of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put all the details

madness is a disguise! His strength is demonstrated by relying

must

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

obtained such a powerful mystical item. With his elevated ambition, he wants to capture and kill some pirates to make a fortune. Once he knew

the radio transceiver again and flipped through the passcodes and added a telegram to concisely

being targeted by a hunter, because everything that had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of

blue eyes, not crazy, and even

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

experience. He specializes in mimicking a powerful

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

stopped his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his

he had already seen

with a very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful mystical item at sea.

the time comes, I’ll no longer have to worry about my

…

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

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

them on the bridge of his nose. It gave him a coldness despite his refined

began to rely on the stars to find his way back to

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

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

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

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 others, he could, at the most appropriate time, use the combination of having a powerful mystical item and being a weak adventurer as bait, to catch a number of big

to get Miss Justice or

White Agate in sight, he quickened his pace a little and found that Donna’s family and Cleves were returning from

when they officially met, he said

and rather familiar with Damir Harbor… Klein smiled and

slightly, suddenly feeling that his

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

father interrupted, “Mr.

Cleves introduced in a very

Klein extended