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

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

personality or disguising his strength?

suddenly stopped and put all the

disguise! His strength is demonstrated

must be

the 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 wasn’t too confident about himself and doesn’t have enough pride and madness… He acted

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

more Hamilton thought, 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 concisely

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

crazy,

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

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

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

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

curled up a little, as though he had already seen

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

I’ll no longer have

…

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

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

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

began to rely on the stars to

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

adventurer who lacked experience and made mistakes. And this person, on the other hand, knew a lot

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 location to complete the initial

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

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 Tarot Club!With

a little and found

he said in a low voice, “I heard there was trouble at Flying

Klein smiled and replied, “I

his impression of Gehrman Sparrow was a little

considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or retreat. But now, he was a bit uncertain. He felt that

Donna’s father interrupted, “Mr.

colleague, Gehrman Sparrow,” Cleves introduced in a

a polite smile, Klein