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!

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

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

or

this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put all

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

must be

contradictions. He didn’t climb up the walls and 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 the mystical item. He

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 involved with

the closer he felt to the truth. He hurriedly set 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

not crazy, and

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

who doesn’t have much experience. He specializes in mimicking a powerful aura with the help of the

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

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

a little, as though he had already seen the

very low Sequence despite possessing a powerful mystical item

no longer have to

…

rather quiet. After leaving the Flying Fish & Wine, Klein made a

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

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

stars to find his way back to

he walked, he let out a soft chuckle. Amidst the cold wind, he leisurely thought, I hope White Shark isn’t that

other hand, knew a lot about Damir Harbor and White Shark. He

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

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

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

he quickened his pace a little and found that Donna’s family

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

Klein smiled and replied, “I only

brows twitched slightly, suddenly feeling that his impression of Gehrman Sparrow was

his previous observation and interaction, he felt that, although this young adventurer was a bit sharp, a bit reserved, and a bit cold, he could still be considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or

interrupted, “Mr. Cleves, who is

Gehrman Sparrow,” Cleves introduced in

a polite smile, Klein extended his