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.”

them to come

was silent for a few seconds, until the man quickly drew his gun and aimed it at his

a waiter up to the second floor, leading

was a man who was more than thirty years of age. He was on vacation with his

gun and flatly said,

coming back with me

words, he saw Urdi Branch outside

the other party was a very rich import and export merchant who had three bodyguards with him. He believed that if there

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

you,” he and his new wife expressed their gratitude in unison, walked past

politely bowed

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

door of the Green Lemon Restaurant closed once again,

but since his Spirit Vision failed to obtain anything, he didn’t wish to investigate it too deeply, lest he ignite the huge danger

Danitz’s side and did a headcount with the light

held his revolver and cane with, lifted his gun-wielding right

dark golden light, an invisible force quickly

like

as nervous and worried, as if they had found their courage again. The remnant black colors obtained from the

companions within a twenty meter radius

Klein’s spirituality and psyche, he could use the

he held his cane in his left hand and

Cleves, Cecile, and Teague very professionally took charge of

a party of more than 15 people, it’s easy for us to suffer losses once we’re attacked. Moreover, only Blazing can truly be considered a helper… What should I do? Thinking back to the monsters he had encountered,

his pocket with his left hand and removed the wall of spirituality around an iron cigar case. He took

action would divert the attention of the undead monsters which only had one head left from the others, leaving the brass, ancient whistle as the only thing in

being able to rescue them in time. That’s the effect of an MT 1

out from the thin fog in front of him. They charged towards Klein from different directions like arrows, completely ignoring

end up flustered,

calmly shook his left hand and threw

them immediately drew an arc and headed for

and, without any expression, raised his hand and squeezed the Sun

of a sudden, dense golden flames were produced where the

Fire of Light!

out miserable shrieks at the same time, turning into dust under the

reached out to catch

work? Another mystical item? Danitz froze for two seconds, flabbergasted at how easily the assault had

his wife also clearly saw what the things which were attacking them looked like. One of them turned pale from fright while the other asked, flustered, “W-what

around and

after we

she put her finger to her lips, mimicking Uncle Sparrow’s meaning of

displayed by the young man in front of him, Timothy swallowed hard and pulled at his wife’s hand. He fell silent while remaining alert, and his servants had

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

as if pairs of eyes were following her and the others, but for some reason no one showed

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

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

Gasp!

out a beast-like growl that sounded like gasping as it rushed towards Klein,

Danitz’s path. This infamous pirate cursed and flung an orange-yellow fireball which had been repeatedly compressed from

Boom!