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!

information or exposing

explanation for this contradiction. He was

disguising his personality or

thought of this, Hamilton suddenly

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

must

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 to match the mystical item’s effects of

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 of being involved with the Queen Mystic, he got

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

everything that had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of a young man who simply had a fortuitous

crazy,

their appearance and create illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter is more likely to be

experience. He specializes

he doesn’t look like an outsider who’s

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

he had already seen the ending of that bastard from just

with a very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful mystical

have to worry about

…

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

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 into his

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

the stars to find his

cold wind, he leisurely thought, I hope White Shark isn’t that foolish and is able to see the

mistakes. And this person, on the other hand, knew a lot about Damir Harbor and White Shark. He had a

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 some knowledgeable pirates to a predetermined

situation and grasp the target’s movement. Then, by interfering with the divination of others, he could, at the most appropriate time, use the

that I don’t 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 buy one in Backlund. I’ll receive the delivery via a sacrificial ritual… This is the advantage of

the White Agate in sight, he quickened his pace a little and found that

said in a low voice, “I

Damir Harbor… Klein smiled

suddenly feeling that his impression of Gehrman Sparrow was

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 be a hidden

interrupted, “Mr. Cleves,

Cleves introduced

smile, Klein