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!

to not leave behind too much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he

only one explanation for this contradiction. He was putting on

or disguising

he thought of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put all the details

a disguise! His strength is demonstrated

that must be

enter through 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

explain why he left just like that. The reason why he came to find me is because he 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 that I’m serving Silver Coin Viper Oder and Admiral of Blood’s intelligence officer, Old Quinn, to the point of being

up the radio transceiver again and flipped through the passcodes and

being targeted by a hunter, because everything that had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of a young man who simply had a fortuitous encounter. He also

not crazy, and even

a rather mystical 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

or two about me, and he doesn’t look like an outsider who’s here in Damir Harbor

leaned back in satisfaction, his

corners of his mouth curled up a little, as though he

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

have to worry about my problems

…

the night sky, the harbor was rather quiet. After leaving the Flying Fish & Wine, Klein made a detour

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

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

began to rely on the stars to

the cold wind, he leisurely thought, I hope White Shark

this person, on the other hand, knew a lot about Damir Harbor and

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

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

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

little and

greeted him by nodding his head. Just like when they officially met, he said in a low voice, “I heard there was trouble at

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

feeling that his impression of Gehrman

bit cold, he could still be considered someone who smiled, was polite,

interrupted, “Mr. Cleves, who is

Cleves introduced in a

smile, Klein