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.

I didn’t even realize it just now, but Gehrman Sparrow had already discovered the enemy and attacked. He

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

Bang!

pulled the

bullet accurately hit the head covered in mold, shattering the

ball quickly expanded above Danitz’s empty left palm, and a fiery

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

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

open, ready to

Danitz’s expectations. He nearly failed to dodge in time, and he hurriedly rolled forward, barely

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

which

fireball was controlled by his spirituality. It drew an arc in the

Boom!

flashed, and the explosion splintered the flying head from the inside out. Countless pieces of it, along

it… Danitz rolled to his feet and breathed a

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

the Beyonder powers in the Sun domain restrains such

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

Wait for me! Danitz’s pupils contracted as he widened his pace to chase after the man.

…

the Green

white porcelain 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

throat moved and she almost

even though the fragrance had already seeped

waited for the wind outside to die down. She felt the clock on the wall

their bills and left the second floor.

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

outside were no longer swaying, and the ground was littered with

said, pointing excitedly to the

Urdi Branch, pinched his

was about to argue, Cleves raised his palm and pressed it

p.m. and we’re almost done with dinner. Let’s head back as soon as possible.

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

led his family and bodyguards down

door to find his way when a creaking sound came from

at them, and calmly said, “It’s fogged up. It’s best

was a pair of glasses on

are you trying to convey, Mr. Fox?” Cleves recognized him to be the

much of an expression, “In Bansy, during the nights when the fog and weather drastically changes, it’s best not to go out or respond to

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

pointed to the rooms

“They chose to stay.”

Creak! Thud!

either softly or heavily. The gentlemen and ladies from before came to the doors and quietly watched Donna and

deliberation. “Staying a night here won’t affect our boarding of the

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