Lord of the Mysteries

“There is danger in the inn.”

Klein softly chanted the divination statement, entered Cogitation, and then flipped a gold coin.

Clang!

A faint but crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. The gold coin tumbled and fell, landing in Klein’s palm.

It was tails, indicating a negative response.

No danger… With a frown, Klein looked around and pulled out a bottle of insect-repelling essential oil from his coat on the coat rack.

He sprinkled a circle around him, then he quickly took four steps counterclockwise, entering the gray fog to make a divination for confirmation.

In about ten seconds, he received a revelation—there was still no danger.

Returning to the real world, Klein shook his head; put the gold coin and bottle back; wore his coat, trousers, and boots before sitting at the edge of his bed, leaning back against the pillow as he placed great caution on this turn of events.

He still remembered his Seer principles, especially the one about “divination is not all-powerful,” so even if the answers he received indicated it was safe, he didn’t dare to relax and return to his slumber.

This isn’t to say that he didn’t believe in the gray fog’s ability to shield him from interference, but rather that there were too many possibilities. His divination statement might not be accurate enough to cover them all, resulting in his misinterpretation.

He already had a guess about what had just happened. It was that the four adventurers in the restaurant had indeed found the abandoned and forgotten ancient temple in the primitive forest on Symeem Island. They had obtained wealth or cultural relics, but they had also stirred the barely-surviving evil spirits, causing them to be plagued by evil thoughts and curses.

Time ticked by, and Klein suddenly felt a subtle spirituality fluctuation spread out from the room and quickly blend into the surrounding darkness.

The hidden flow that he had barely sensed vanished, and the tranquility of the night returned.

As expected… It’s a result of Beyonder powers… It was solved just like that? I’ll just wait a little longer. It would be dawn in an hour or two anyway… Even if there really is a problem, this place has a cathedral and a Mandated Punishers team… Klein half closed his eyes and began to engage in Cogitation.

…

Bayam, Amyris Leaf Bar.

Danitz, determined to hoodwink any monitoring, carried a cup of Lanti Proof and drunkenly watched as the girls on the boxing ring danced a hot, sexy dance.

“Dogshit!” It’s been so long since they’ve lost a single piece of clothing! ” he shouted with the other drunks.

Then, ignoring whether they received any response, they laughed out loud, clinked glasses, and drank.

“Have you read the newspapers?” a man who was fooling around in the bar late at night burped and said to his companions.

of Storms, I’m only interested in this kind of twisting and turning! Hahaha!” His companion raised his glass and pointed at the dancers, laughing at

earlier smacked the

“Steel is dead!

killed

moment, then he sat up, turning his

as if nothing had happened, but he secretly inched closer to hear what the others had to

him into the trade had once said that life at sea would’ve been meaningless without liquor, women,

when I was young, I

steel pipe? Should I say something like woah, yours sure is thin!” The first man to speak revealed

wait for a reply as he continued, “Steel Maveti is dead! The

was already wavering to slip to the bottom of the table as he raved in

so chaotic! Hurry up and get to the point! I’m waiting for you to praise Lord

was jointly done by the Navy and the Church. Steel is dead, Blood Brambles is dead. Even Calm Squall is dead. John Smith and that bunch of assholes have been

truth!” The man who raised the topic first shook his head with a smile. “I have a friend working at the news agency. He told me that he has verifiable intel that

can defeat Steel! Even if it’s a sneak attack, there’s no

suspect he’s an adventurer nearing the rank of a pirate admiral!” the man who had started the conversation emphasized. “I’ve no idea how Danitz got to know that guy. Heh, he contributed in the matter. Apparently, Blood Brambles was finished off by him! Didn’t you notice? Blazing’s bounty

“That’s right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing sure isn’t simple!”

pirate, no—a

tell the last

a bitch, when did I ever drink with you? I don’t even know you!Amidst the exclamations, Danitz thought

fellows were to know, they would definitely get up at night to wipe the deck in envy. Hahaha, I

them all about the thrilling events in Bansy Harbor—how he had defeated the fallen bishop, how he had cleverly escaped

for the sake of Captain, I still have to continue to be the servant of Gehrman Sparrow, that madman… Sigh, I’m already a great 4,200 pound pirate!Danitz sighed, allowing himself to continue to

…

bells rang, the orange sun rose in the sky. The

anything abnormal, Klein exhaled in relief and took off his clothes, returned to bed, and made up for his

him to wake up at the scheduled time of 8:30 a.m. He washed up slowly, changed his clothes, and went to the first floor to buy a loaf of bread with cooked chestnuts and a glass of Gurney Sap. He ate as he

for the 9 o’clock liner, Klein kept watch

that moment, he saw the lady with the greenish-gray eyes, as well as the three male

tickets at the

what they obtained from the abandoned temple, but last night they attracted an existence similar to an evil spirit.

later liner wouldn’t

for two seconds, looked at the passengers waiting for the ten o’clock liner near the ticket office, rubbed his

to the ticket office as if nothing had happened and

the washroom at the docks, went above the gray fog,