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!

creating a huge commotion so as to not leave behind too much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he could’ve used a more covert method,

only one explanation for this contradiction. He was putting on

he disguising his personality or disguising his strength? Or

Hamilton suddenly stopped and put all the

guy is a novice! His madness is a disguise! His

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 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 generating

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

set up the radio transceiver again and flipped through

had happened was a result of the inflated ambition of a young man who simply had a fortuitous encounter. He also gave the corresponding characteristics of

blue eyes, not crazy,

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

experience. He specializes in mimicking a powerful aura with the

doesn’t look like an outsider who’s here in Damir Harbor for

his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his chair

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

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

have to

…

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

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

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

stars to find his way

soft chuckle. Amidst the cold wind, he leisurely thought, I

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

hard time finding them. If he could get more accurate information from White Shark, he could of course go

and the frequency spectrum had allowed him to monitor the corresponding situation and grasp the target’s

I’ll have to use The World’s identity to get Miss Justice or

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

when they officially met, he said in a low voice,

Harbor… Klein smiled and replied, “I only taught two

that his impression of Gehrman Sparrow was a

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 be a

interrupted, “Mr. Cleves, who is

colleague, Gehrman Sparrow,” Cleves introduced in a very simple

smile, Klein extended his