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.

Gehrman 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 the enemy and attacked. He really is very

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

Bang!

calmly pulled

bullet accurately hit the head covered in mold, shattering the head’s glabella

above Danitz’s empty

his arm before “throwing” the fire ball,

The skin on the

with its mouth wide open, ready to

out of Danitz’s expectations. He nearly failed to dodge in time, and he hurriedly

palm once again, but the flame didn’t expand this time. Instead, it shrunk, layer by

the orange fireball, which was only the size of an eye,

an arc in the air

Boom!

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

to his feet and breathed a

had a head wasn’t easy to

the Beyonder powers in the Sun domain restrains such things!Danitz

and realized that Gehrman Sparrow hadn’t waited for him. With his cane and lantern, he was jogging into

pupils contracted as he widened his pace to chase after the man. He didn’t dare to stay on his own in

…

Green Lemon

thought of the strange horror she felt when seeing the customers eating just now, as well as the blood

moved and

though the fragrance had already seeped

and mashed potatoes without much thought and waited for the wind outside to die

left the second floor. The second floor became quieter and

Donna felt that the sound of feet on the wooden steps as they

outside were no longer swaying, and the ground was

wind has stopped!” Donna said, pointing

an import and export merchant, Urdi Branch, pinched his

Just as Donna was about to argue, Cleves raised his palm and

soon

for a living was more or less superstitious, especially when it came to the legends of

foot the bill and led his family and bodyguards down to

to find his way when a creaking sound came from a nearby room. Donna almost screamed out in fright and

glanced at them, and calmly said, “It’s fogged up. It’s best not to

figure wore a black tailcoat without a hat. There was a pair of glasses on the bridge of his

Fox?” Cleves recognized him to be the owner of the

nights when the fog and weather drastically changes,

listened, the more scared she became. She loudly emphasized, “People have already left

rooms on the

“They chose to stay.”

Creak! Thud!

heavily. The gentlemen and ladies from before came to the doors and quietly watched Donna and her family, who

we should respect the customs here,” Urdi Branch said in deliberation. “Staying a night here won’t affect our

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