Lord of the Mysteries

After changing his face and turning into one of the two main streets, Klein went straight to the green mailbox and took out a letter he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

This was a “death notice” he had forged as an imitation of an official police document. It was sent to the sergeant of the town of Symeem Harbor. It was about the sudden death of the local resident, Wendt, in Bayam.

When deciding to do the acting, Klein had worked out a plan to keep things on track and not cause irreparable damage to the girl, Raine.

His plan was to use the Slumber Charm to camouflage the real acting as a dream, this way, if Raine had no love for Wendt, he expected her to directly reject his confession. After hearing about the other party’s death, she wouldn’t feel any guilt, and at most some fear. In response to this, she could effectively be placated by going to church to pray and confess.

If Raine also liked Wendt and responded to the confession, then the dream would give Klein a chance to extricate himself from the situation. The notification of Wendt’s death would kill Raine’s expectations, and it wouldn’t have too negative an impact on her future life.

But even so, it’s still a bit cruel. No matter what kind of woman she is, facing the situation of a guy confessing to her in her dreams after his death is definitely going to be heartbreaking. She wouldn’t be able to recover for a long time.

Well… If I didn’t do anything, and when the news of Wendt’s death reaches her, Raine would definitely feel very sad even if it might not be that serious. However, that knot in her heart would never be able to be mended, and she would be stuck wondering for the rest of her life whether Wendt had gone out on an adventure to pursue his and her future, or if he simply didn’t like her…

It’s not a bad way to end things like this. Once she has overcome her pain, she will carry that gentleness of having been truly loved once while leading her future life.

Sigh… Regardless, to forcibly interfere in the lives of others for acting, having an impact on an innocent person’s life to a certain degree even though I’m using the excuse of fulfilling a wish, it’s not a truly kind thing to do. Just like Roselle said, the further one proceeds in the Beyonder pathway, the more twisted and evil it feels. The acting method might not be a catalyst… All I can do is try my best to minimize such effects… After sending the letter, Klein exhaled, and with a native face that didn’t stand out, he walked to the only inn in town.

Along the way, he summed up his previous experience, which was that “disguising yourself as someone else and obtaining feedback” was likely a main clause of the Faceless principles, second only to “you can disguise yourself into anyone, but you are ultimately yourself.”

If it were any other Faceless, they would’ve blocked out information about Wendt’s death for the sake of this role. They would have agreed to Raine’s confession and spent one to two years in a relationship with her, marry her, and have children with her, and then, to not be bound by the various relationships in this identity, remember who they were and leave coldly… If there was no exposure during this process, the potion would mostly be digested… But I really can’t do it! It’s just completely against my conscience! I can only try to push the envelope… Klein sighed, inexplicably afraid.

He shook his head and thought in a silent self-deprecating manner, Beyonders not only have to constantly fight against threats and madness, but also fight against all kinds of evil thoughts, as well as the corruption that pulls one down and can cause one to fall if they aren’t careful…

Even so, at the end of the day, one might still be corrupted by the abyss, becoming a monster that one swears to get rid of. Sigh…

Suppressing his thoughts, Klein stepped into the inn and said to the boss behind the counter, “An ordinary room.”

The thin boss looked up and gave a glance, saying, “A valid ID certificate.”

How can a face I just came up with have one? Klein smiled in embarrassment.

“I forgot to bring it.”

“Then you cannot stay here. This is the rule of our town.” The boss once again lowered his head and calculated his income and expenditure for the day.

soli note and pushed it over as if nothing had

eyes suddenly

no, put it away! I don’t want to be

you dirty bastard with no

was thrown out of the inn in shock, unable to believe that the omnipotent entity known as

into an empty alleyway, turning back into Gehrman

the counter, and said Loenese in a

in his hand. He then stood up and nodded

“Okay, okay.

need a room with a view of

that had a thick accent that resembled that of the land of spices, with no further

pragmatic world… Klein silently

yes, immediately,” the boss responded

called an attendant, took the keys, and led Klein personally to

staying? It’s 1 soli 5 pence a night.

stand the enthusiasm, so he answered

of Azure Inn, his luxurious suite with Danitz was five

and there was no trace of the usual humidity in a harbor inn. Klein looked around

“Excellent.”

the boss flattered with obvious

he got up

the counter, tables were arranged messily on the first floor. There was a greasy layer on their surface, and a fireplace was burning in the corner, giving off light and

about 10°C. However, for

randomly found a seat and sat down, ordering a local specialty of grilled

the customers inside

of simple tied up black hair and a pair of distinctive greenish-gray eyes. Her appearance was the type that one would

a native, but she was wearing a man’s shirt and a thick tan jacket. By her hand was a round-brimmed hat with a depression

the more common adventurer outfits out in the sea. At her table, the three other men were the same, and they clearly appeared to

hid his appreciation of beautiful ladies, but his

adventurers and pirates were either very scheming, very powerful, or both. They were people that one needed to

from the forest? Heh heh, they really are adventurers… Klein made a preliminary judgment based on some

if they had previously stepped on sewage or mud, the traces would’ve already dried up. Furthermore, as the town hadn’t rained in the past two days, overall, the roads were quite clean with only some dust. Eliminating the two possibilities,

the colonial islands in search of abandoned, forgotten pagan temples or altars, which often contained gold and jewels of ancient worship, but were later buried for various reasons in a place that no one knew of. In the bars of the islands, there was

evil spirits lingering in those places… It would be better to hunt pirates, or for one to at least acquire the relevant information in