Lord of the Mysteries

If I had probed deeper, then there might be a high probability that I would’ve attracted the Rose Redemption or even a hidden Red Angel… There were several times where I danced at the edge of a cliff… Luckily, I managed to restrain my impulse and curiosity about the weird situation at Green Lemon Restaurant and the telegraph office… Klein retracted his gaze, finding the Sun Brooch inadequate in keeping his back from oozing with a layer of cold sweat.

Compared to the arrival of the True Creator, this unknown and undetonated situation was much more horrifying. At least, Klein couldn’t help but imagine what would’ve happened if he kicked the telegraph office’s door open, or if he went around to the back, flipped the window, and entered the room.

He constantly imagined all sorts of strange and terrifying scenes, which frightened himself quite a bit.

At the same time, he decided to produce Sun Holy Water for the passengers who had eaten at Bansy Harbor last night, in order to avoid any remaining dormant dangers.

“What’s wrong?” Elland sensed Gehrman Sparrow’s abnormality.

“I just remembered something.” Klein used his Clown’s powers to keep his facial expression normal, but inside he was glad that he didn’t take the risk last night and had now successfully left Bansy Harbor.

As for the secrets of Rose Redemption and the King of Angels, he only had one thought in mind: Quickly report it!

If he didn’t report it, was he allowing them to usher in 1351’s new year?

If he chose to hide the truth and wait until he had a sufficiently high Sequence or enough strength to explore and reap the corresponding benefits, then Klein felt that he would feel very guilty and end up carrying a heavy burden if something happened during that time, causing the danger to be triggered prematurely, or if the remnant heretics would cause the death of one innocent passenger after another. That would only push him closer to losing control.

Of course, reporting the matter needed to be done in a correct and astute manner. Klein wasn’t foolish enough to tell Elland directly or write an anonymous letter to the Church of Storms, which would then lead to a lot of trouble. First, the authorities would definitely investigate Gehrman Sparrow’s background, and things could be easily exposed if thorough investigations were made. Secondly, this identity might be exposed to the Rose Redemption, which might attract a King of Angels’s pursuit.

What Klein intended to do was to use The World to mention the anomaly in Bansy Harbor when the Tarot Gathering was held in two days. He would then have The Fool to lightly allude to Rose Redemption and a King of Angels. As a member of the Church of Storms, The Hanged Man would naturally know what to do next.

This would be a chance for him to perform a deed of merit!

As for the blood of the direct descendants of the Medici family, Klein didn’t even consider it, because neither he nor Miss Sharron had the intention of rescuing the evil spirit in the underground relic.

Noticing that Gehrman Sparrow obviously didn’t want to mention his past, Elland chuckled, took out a small black wooden box, and tossed it over.

Klein reached out and caught it, using his eyes to express his puzzlement.

“The bladder of the murloc. It can be used to make items. It’s very useful at sea.”

The Beyonder ingredient of a murloc… Worth more than 150 pounds… The captain sure is generous… Klein had almost forgotten how Gehrman Sparrow should react.

Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in acting. He immediately sank his face and said, “I didn’t save you for a reward.”

Elland laughed and said, “I’m not giving you this in return for saving me.

“Aren’t we friends now? Isn’t it normal to help a friend make up for his shortcomings when he doesn’t have such items?”

What he said makes sense. There’s no way to refute him at all… Klein held onto the small black box and remained silent for a few seconds. Finally, he nodded.

Elland covered his mouth as he yawned before taking off his boat-shaped hat.

“I need to return to my room to catch up on my sleep. See you at noon.”

and led Danitz towards

were up

in your hand?”

anything and directly opened the lid of the small

with a layer of black velvet, and sitting in the middle was a round, gem-like,

the murloc’s….” Denton thought for

this moment, at Klein’s signal, Danitz opened

walked in briskly while stretching out her hand from behind

a thick wad of cash that were a mix of

150 pounds!” Donna smiled sweetly. “They said that this isn’t enough to express their gratitude; it’s just to replenish the supplies

the 150-pound gratuity so that Urdi

black wooden box into his pocket, Donna was relieved that she had

fearfully, “Uncle Sparrow, what kind of monsters were those last night? Are ghost stories true? Were you born with the

longer, took off the Sun Brooch and threw it on the desk in the living room. He casually replied at

are obtained through certain rituals

archetypes, and last

him about the

sideways

magical…” Denton and Donna

“Uncle Sparrow, you’re just like the ‘Superman’ described by Emperor

also become people

sister’s words, and both of them felt a

that moment, Donna noticed Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes

after, she saw the mouth of this magical uncle open up, revealing a

said in a low voice, “This

you’ll

beat them a hundred times, a thousand times, but as long as you lose once, you’ll end up

he leaned on his cane, took off

a centenarian. The other was translucent and colorless, with a direct view

time, his face grew dense pale flesh granules that made Donna and Denton fall backward in terror and slam

growing on his face,

“See this?

“This is madness.”

their minds,

few steps, they fell to the ground,

Denton kept crying in a low

the door to Room 312 clang

had occupied every inch of his face. The way his arms

reason, she recalled his eyes and the

suddenly blurred, and she couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her

matter with you?” Denton was so frightened by her reaction that he forgot his