Lord of the Mysteries

Unlike mainland cities such as Backlund, Tingen, and Pritz Harbor, colonial islands such as Bansy Harbor lacked gas. The lamps lining the two sides of the street were sparse. They had candles caged in glass, waiting to be lit.

Unfortunately, the wind had picked up early, so no one went out in the evening. The candles didn’t shine at the predetermined time, and the road was pitch black. The faint outline of the crimson moon shone through the clouds.

Compared to before, the wind was much calmer. At the very least, Klein didn’t need to be distracted keeping his hat on.

The thin fog gradually pervaded the air, and the doors and windows of the mainly two-story houses were shut tight. It was pitch black and devoid of any light, as though no one had lived in the area for a long time.

With a yellow lantern in one hand and a hard wooden cane in the other, Klein walked quickly down the quiet street in the direction of the Green Lemon Restaurant which Blazing Danitz had pointed out.

Woosh!

Amidst the fog, the wind began to swirl as Klein felt a baffling chill down his neck.

He lifted his right hand, which held the cane, and propped up the collar of his double-breasted frock coat, completely covering his neck.

It was at this moment that a scene suddenly appeared in his mind!

In the scene, a black shadow the size of a watermelon appeared from the fog and lunged for his ear.

Without thinking, Klein swung his arm and forearm and struck out with his cane.

Bam!

Just as the black shadow came close, it was struck head-on and sent flying a long distance away.

With the help of the lantern’s light, Klein finally recognized the thing that had attacked him.

It was a head!

It was a head that had lost its body, a head that had its esophagus hanging down!

The head floated in midair, its face resembling dried cheese with mildew all over it. There was a yellowish-green liquid flowing down its skin as it outlined the face’s contours.

There were only two black holes left where its nose was supposed to be. Its bulging eyes were mostly white without much black. Its lips were mostly rotten, revealing sharpened teeth mixed with blood!

Dogsh*t! Blazing Danitz silently cursed when he saw this scene, his heart trembling.

Even though he had embarked on many treasure hunts and had fought many monsters, such a disgusting and horrifying thing was still rare.

At some point in time, a classic revolver had appeared in his hand, and he was about to fire it with his elbow held down.

At this moment, he saw a pure ray of light descend from the sky, landing on the somewhat stiff head.

Ah!

A blood-curdling screech rang out, and the shriveled and hideous head was quickly vaporized before dissolving into ashes. It didn’t leave a single trace behind.

How weak! Danitz subconsciously commented.

Sparrow, from the Sun pathway? Doesn’t look like it… He likely relied on what should be some sort of mystical item… I didn’t even realize it just now, but Gehrman Sparrow had already discovered

his thoughts were settling down, he saw a similar head fly out from the fog to his side

Bang!

pulled

mold, shattering the head’s glabella as it fell backwards and

expanded above Danitz’s empty left palm, and a

before “throwing” the fire ball, causing

soared up as the head burned red. The skin on the head quickly charred, emitting

it lunged forward with its mouth wide open, ready to bite Danitz’s neck as

He nearly failed to dodge in time, and he hurriedly rolled forward, barely dodging

appeared on his left palm once again, but the flame

fireball, which was only

arc in the air and accurately flew into the mouth of the

Boom!

and the explosion splintered the flying head from the inside out. Countless pieces of it, along with its blood, splashed

his feet and breathed

head wasn’t easy to deal with. Yet, Gehrman Sparrow

in the Sun domain restrains such things!Danitz added scornfully in his

this, he turned his head to the side and realized that Gehrman Sparrow hadn’t waited for him. With his cane and lantern, he was jogging into the distance, his black coat fluttering behind

chase after the man. He didn’t dare to stay on

…

Green

bowl in front of her and the dark red blood cakes in it. She thought of the strange horror she felt when seeing the customers eating just now, as well as the blood oozing out of the

and she

up the delicacy, even though the fragrance

thought and waited for the wind outside to die down. She felt

left the

felt that the sound of feet

that the trees outside were no longer swaying, and

wind has stopped!” Donna said, pointing excitedly

merchant, Urdi Branch, pinched his forehead and growled,

about to argue, Cleves raised his

back as soon as possible. There are many nasty legends about the night in

living was more or less superstitious, especially when it came to the legends of the natives.

quickly foot the bill and led his family and bodyguards down

a creaking sound came from a nearby room. Donna almost screamed

figure walked out, glanced at them, and calmly said, “It’s fogged

a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Mr. Fox?” Cleves recognized him

nights when the fog and weather drastically changes, it’s best not to go out or

she became. She loudly emphasized,

pointed to the rooms

“They chose to stay.”

Creak! Thud!

Fox’s voice fell, the doors to the various rooms opened either softly or heavily. The gentlemen and ladies from before came to the doors and quietly watched Donna and her

Urdi Branch said in deliberation. “Staying a night here won’t affect

with, he should’ve followed Fox’s advice and stayed at the Green Lemon Restaurant, but he remembered Gehrman Sparrow’s reminder. It was a reminder of a powerful adventurer who was