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.

I can read those twisting and turning letters of the alphabet? Holy Lord of Storms, I’m only interested in this kind of twisting and turning! Hahaha!” His companion raised

earlier smacked the back of

“Steel is dead!

killed

nearby Danitz was stunned for a moment, then he sat up, turning

happened, but

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

was young, I once defeated

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

a reply as he continued, “Steel Maveti is

out in a low growl. It frightened one of the fellows who was already wavering to slip to the bottom of the table as he raved in horror, “It wasn’t

point! I’m waiting for you to praise Lord Blazing! The disguised Danitz couldn’t wait to smash the cup

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 caught as well!” A drunk who was still a little lucid

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

way Blazing Danitz can defeat Steel! Even if it’s a sneak attack, there’s no way he can finish

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

“That’s right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing sure isn’t simple!”

pirate,

pirates? I really couldn’t tell the last time I drank

I ever drink with you?

at night to wipe the deck in envy. Hahaha, I can

drink and brag with fellows like Iron Skin and Barrel, telling them all about the thrilling events in Bansy Harbor—how he had defeated the fallen bishop, how he had cleverly escaped from the ambush of Steel and the others, how

that madman… Sigh, I’m already a great 4,200 pound pirate!Danitz sighed, allowing himself to

…

cathedral’s bells rang, the orange sun rose in the sky. The surroundings were still so quiet that only

clothes, returned to bed, and made up for

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

the 9 o’clock liner, Klein kept watch of the time and prepared

the greenish-gray eyes, as well as the three male adventurers from her

were buying tickets at the ticket

liner is about to leave. They definitely wouldn’t be able to make it in time for the 9 o’clock trip… I wonder what they obtained from the abandoned temple, but last night they attracted an existence similar to an evil spirit. Please don’t let anything unexpected

was that the later liner

at the passengers waiting for the ten o’clock liner near the ticket office, rubbed his fingers together in

back to the ticket office as if nothing had happened and bought the ten o’clock liner ticket for four

docks, went above the gray fog, and