Lord of the Mysteries

By the time he left 47 Blackhorn Street, Klein had figured out Wendt’s general situation.

He had disguised himself as a police officer and learned from Wendt’s neighbors.

Symeem Island, the island at the farthest end of the Rorsted Archipelago. From Bayam, it’ll take four to five hours to get there by liner, and there are only two trips a day, at 9 a.m. and 10 a.m., respectively. Wendt’s parents are long dead and he has no relatives. The only person involved is a girl he just can’t forget, Raine. She’s the perfect target for my first performance of acting as someone else. But just thinking about how I need to confess on Wendt’s behalf, it feels so awkward… If the girl agrees… Damn, how am I supposed to wrap things up… Klein thought with a troubled expression.

He tried to recall the novels he had read and the movies and TV dramas he had watched, hoping for the most perfect solution.

Soon, he had a general idea of what to do, stabilizing his mood in the process. His thoughts began to drift towards the matter regarding Steel Maveti.

I hope Miss Magician will get a radio transceiver as soon as possible… Klein sighed silently and got onto a rental carriage.

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Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

Fors opened a letter Xio had brought back.

It came from the science fiction novelist, Aville, who was pleased to share with Ma’am Wall the future development and applications of radio technology.

Fors directly skipped over the beginning and middle content, her eyes sweeping over to the end.

He introduced three types, with detailed addresses and approximate prices. The most expensive is just twelve pounds. Fors nodded slightly, feeling that this wasn’t a very important business transaction.

She suddenly felt her self-esteem was a little inflated. Perhaps because she had seen so many hundreds and thousands of pounds transactions in the Tarot Club, she no longer paid much notice to anything in the range of ten pounds.

Mr. World has the resources and finances. In the future, I might need to buy items from him or sell things I don’t need. Yes, I’ll just add postage, my transportation costs, and the price of the materials expended for the ritual to the original price…Fors made up her mind quickly, and she subconsciously looked out of the window.

Backlund was still gloomy and dark, with a light drizzle pattering down. However, the fog wasn’t as thick as it was before.

I wonder when I’ll receive the Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch from The Sun… Fors couldn’t wait to advance.

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In the Berg household in the City of Silver.

Having already prepared the Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch and the materials Mr. Hanged Man wished to acquire, Derrick was in no hurry to sacrifice them to Mr. Fool.

He planned to wait a little longer, until the Chief was leading an expedition team or was presiding over a particular sacrificial ritual, before making an attempt.

is the safest and most reliable way… Yes, be careful, be cautious! Derrick reminded himself before flipping open

able to understand

to the ancient tome, it

seemed to have frozen there, as though it was suspended in eternal dusk. All the buildings were extremely grand and magnificent, even

walked inside were exceptionally small, and they revered the owner

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Hillston Borough,

listening to an explanation, Emlyn White combed his hair with his hand and intentionally asked, “Lord Baron, I forgot where I heard it from,

whose age exceeded 200 hundred years. He didn’t look old, and he instead looked like a mature gentleman in his

cotton shirt with a brown pipe in his hand. As he enjoyed the warmth of the fireplace, he said thoughtfully, “No, at least in my memory, there’s no City of Silver

his joy, Waymandy went on to say to himself, “But there was a Kingdom of Silver which was originally ruled by

a while

reminiscently, “The Kingdom of Silver had a rather special position in the Giant King’s Court. They didn’t directly believe in the Giant King, Aurmir, and instead, they believed in the

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area. Acid Lemon Street,

pendant on his left wrist, and divined to ensure that there was no

strolled back to the inn, went up to the third floor, and opened the door of the

slightly surprised to find Blazing Danitz already back, slumped in his

a moment of consideration, Klein calmly asked,

there a clock?”

the wall opposite him and read out

“3:40 p.m….”

Danitz suddenly came to his senses, sat up straight, and

I can ask. There’s no need to stay outside any longer. It will increase the risk of exposure and affect your hunting

found a chair and sat down, and he expressionlessly said,

I’m mainly an adventurer who hunts treasure, I’m also a qualified part-time

with a cold glance, he smiled and gave a brief overview of the places he went, the people

Danitz sigh that a captain of a ghost ship named Alger knew about Bansy Harbor, Klein suddenly wanted

The World and actively mentioned it, he didn’t know about the anomaly at Bansy Harbor, so how could this Alger have known? Is he some powerhouse of higher standing in the Church of Storms who’s disguised as a pirate, or someone who has some sort of relationship with the heretics in Bansy Harbor?

clearly see the other members’ appearances, it was still obvious as to

hand to stop Danitz from speaking. He said in a low voice,

him? That guy isn’t simple!”

I really didn’t expect to meet him so easily… Klein didn’t respond; instead,

much into it, Danitz gave a general description of what

can be sure when they’ll get anything when trying to get information. After finding everyone who could be found,

require waiting,” Klein deliberately said in a