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!

much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he could’ve used a more covert method,

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

or disguising his

this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put

a disguise! His strength is

must

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

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 and fearful, so he chose

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

result of the inflated ambition of a young man who simply

blue eyes, not crazy, and even a little

create illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter is

much experience. He specializes in mimicking a

me, and he doesn’t look like an outsider who’s here

Tap . Hamilton stopped his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his chair creaking

of his mouth curled up a little, as though he had already seen the ending of that

well for a fellow with a very low Sequence despite possessing

have to worry about my problems being

…

a detour in the

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

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

to

thought, I hope White Shark isn’t that foolish and is

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

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 to lure

the corresponding situation and grasp the target’s movement. Then, by interfering with the divination

identity to get Miss Justice or Miss Magician to buy one in Backlund. I’ll receive the delivery via a sacrificial ritual… This is the advantage of the Tarot Club!With this in

a little and found that

they officially met, he said in a low voice,

with Damir Harbor… Klein smiled and replied,

brows twitched slightly, suddenly feeling that his

a bit sharp, a bit reserved, and a bit cold, he could still be considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when

Donna’s father interrupted,

Gehrman Sparrow,” Cleves introduced

a polite smile, Klein extended his