Lord of the Mysteries

“Timothys?”

“They’re still in the restaurant,” Urdi Branch subconsciously replied.

He then pointed to the area where the moldy head had been purified and anxiously asked, “What was that just now?”

Maintaining Gehrman Sparrow’s persona, Klein didn’t answer and glanced at Danitz before walking directly past Donna’s family to the tightly closed door of the Green Lemon Restaurant.

Blazing Danitz held his lantern and was relieved having finally completed a goal. He straightened his back, looked at Urdi and the others, and scoffed.

“You don’t have to worry about what that was. Just know that it’s a monster that will harm you.”

If Gehrman Sparrow wasn’t only a few meters away, he even wanted to proclaim: Only I, Lord Blazing Danitz, can protect you!

Cleves exchanged glances with Cecile and Teague before taking the initiative to step forward. He comforted his employers and said, “Leave your questions to after we get back to the White Agate.”

Frankly speaking, the three bodyguards had all been adventurers for varying periods of time. However, their understanding of monsters was still stuck at the level of folklore or stories of their drunken peers. They still found it rather surreal, as though they were in a dream.

However, since they had seen creatures like murlocs before, it wasn’t that hard to accept other things. At most, they were a little weirder and uglier than murlocs.

When they thought of this, their hearts calmed significantly, and the guns in their hands seemed to regain their strength.

However, the pure light that descended from the sky still exceeded their scope of understanding. They only felt that their world view, outlook on life, and values that had long been formed had begun wavering. All they could do was temporarily ignore it, suppressing all their emotions to the bottom of their hearts.

Klein stopped at the door of the Green Lemon Restaurant, raised his right hand, and tapped it with his fingers.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

After he knocked three times in a rhythmic fashion, no one answered and there was silence.

If not for the candlelight shining through the windows and the cracks in the door, Klein would’ve thought it was an empty building that had long been abandoned.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He knocked three more times.

Within the restaurant, the silence continued. Everyone seemed to be abiding by the custom of not responding to any knocking in foggy weather.

Klein retracted his right hand and patted the hem of his double-breasted frock coat.

Suddenly, he leaned back, lifted his knees, and kicked his right foot forward.

With a bang, the restaurant’s door suddenly opened wide, and all the nails that had fixed the copper lock popped out.

Wearing a tailcoat, the boss, Fox, with his pudgy, nearly-round face was still standing in his original position. The ladies and gentlemen who had chosen to stay the night all opened the doors one by one and stood quietly at the door, looking over without a word.

“What… do you want?” Fox didn’t flare up; his tone the same as before. However, he had a revolver in his hand.

With his Spirit Vision activated, Klein turned his head and looked around. He didn’t find any traces of evil on any of the humans present.

His gaze landed on the boss of the restaurant, and his gaze turned heavy. He looked into the owner’s eyes and asked, “Where’s the Timothy family?”

Fox repressed his emotions, as though a storm was brewing in his dark brown eyes while he looked at the man for two seconds. Finally, he unnaturally turned his head and said, “There’s another table. Foreigners. Upstairs.”

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was silent for a few seconds, until the man

to

who was more than thirty years of age. He was on

and flatly said, “Something

back with me to the ship or staying

unexpected?” While Timothy ruminated over the words, he saw Urdi Branch outside nodding

was a very rich import and export merchant who had three bodyguards with him. He believed that if there were any unexpected circumstances, then it would be safer to

his wife’s hand and walked towards the door, politely smiling as he said, “All our things are on the ship.

his new wife expressed their gratitude in unison, walked past Klein,

bowed at

around and walked towards Cleves and company, who were illuminated by the light leaking

Lemon Restaurant

now, but since his Spirit Vision failed to obtain anything, he didn’t wish to investigate it too deeply,

and did a headcount with

switched the hands in which he held his revolver and cane with, lifted his gun-wielding right

light, an invisible force quickly spread outwards, flooding

the south, like they were bathing in warm sunlight that dispersed the cold chill within their

if they had found their courage again. The remnant black colors obtained from the special cured meat from Damir

within

psyche, he could use the power of the sun to

head to the telegraph office first.” Klein repeated himself as he held his cane in his left hand

Cecile, and Teague

once we’re attacked. Moreover, only Blazing can truly be considered a helper… What should I do? Thinking back to

wall of spirituality around an iron cigar case. He took out Azik’s copper whistle and held it in his hand, occasionally

action would divert the attention of the undead monsters which only had one head left from the others, leaving the brass,

don’t have to worry about not being able to rescue them in time.

him. They charged towards Klein

that Gehrman Sparrow would end up flustered,

Klein calmly shook his left hand and threw

with esophaguses hanging down from them immediately drew an arc and headed for their primary

without any expression, raised

a sudden, dense golden flames were produced where the copper whistle was

Fire of Light!

shrieks at the same time, turning into dust under the

and reached out

Danitz froze for two seconds, flabbergasted at

them

immediately turned around and nodded

we get back to the

her finger to her lips,

the young man in front of him, Timothy swallowed hard and pulled at his wife’s hand. He fell

continued on through the moonlit streets. The lights of the houses on either side of the streets were extinguished, leaving only

felt as if pairs of eyes were following her and

afraid of Uncle Sparrow! She held her brother’s hand tight and walked amidst the protective circle of her

He wore a black cloak and leaned forward, revealing a neck that was still bleeding. There was nothing above the neck, with the

Gasp!

a beast-like growl that sounded like gasping as it rushed towards Klein, stomping on the street to the point that the ground

pirate cursed and flung an orange-yellow fireball which had

Boom!