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 the enemy and attacked.

the fog to his side from the corner of his eye. It was trying to bite his

Bang!

calmly pulled

accurately hit the head covered in mold, shattering the

expanded above Danitz’s empty left palm, and a

arm before “throwing” the fire ball, causing it to crash into

skin on the head quickly

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

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

again, but

Danitz threw out the orange fireball, which was only the size of an eye,

It drew an arc in the air and accurately flew into

Boom!

fiery light flashed, and the explosion splintered the flying head from the

it… Danitz rolled to his feet and

realize that this monster which only had a head wasn’t easy to deal with. Yet, Gehrman

Sun domain restrains such

hadn’t waited for him. With his cane and lantern, he was jogging into the distance, his black

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

…

the Green

red blood cakes in it. She thought of the strange horror she felt when seeing the customers

moved and she

decided to give up the delicacy, even though the fragrance

without much thought and waited for the wind outside to die down. She felt the clock on the wall moving ever so

passed by the second. The customers at the table paid their bills and left the second floor.

feet on the wooden steps as they

longer swaying,

said, pointing excitedly to

merchant, Urdi Branch, pinched his forehead and

argue, Cleves raised his

we’re almost done with dinner. Let’s head back as soon as possible. There are many nasty legends about the night in

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

bill and led his family and bodyguards

way when a creaking sound came from a nearby room. Donna almost screamed out in

them, and calmly said, “It’s

of

Fox?” Cleves recognized him to be the owner of

and weather drastically changes, it’s best

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

rooms on the first

“They chose to stay.”

Creak! Thud!

heavily. The gentlemen and ladies from

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

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 watching Blazing