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!

much information or exposing secrets related to his Sequence, then he

this contradiction. He was putting on

disguising his personality or disguising his strength? Or

he thought of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped and put

a disguise! His

must be

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

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 Queen Mystic, he got scared and fearful, so he

He hurriedly set up the radio transceiver again and flipped through the passcodes and added a telegram to concisely

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

blue eyes, not crazy, and even a

illusions. In consideration of the sense of horror, the latter

experience. He specializes in mimicking a powerful aura with the help

doesn’t look like an outsider who’s

his finger and leaned back in satisfaction, his chair creaking

little, as though he had already seen the ending of that bastard

possessing a powerful mystical item at sea. Many greedy

comes, I’ll no longer have to worry about

…

rather quiet. After leaving the Flying Fish & Wine, Klein made a detour in the distance. He first walked quickly before moving slowly, his pace

was sure that no one was following him, he turned his face back to Gehrman Sparrow as he passed

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

began to rely on the stars to find his way back to the

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

other hand, knew a lot about Damir Harbor and White Shark. He had a tempting mystical item

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

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

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

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

officially met, he said in a

well-informed and rather familiar with Damir Harbor… Klein smiled

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

be considered someone who smiled, was polite, and knew when to advance or retreat. But now, he was

Donna’s father interrupted, “Mr. Cleves, who

Sparrow,” Cleves introduced in a very simple

Klein extended his