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.

Holy Lord of Storms, I’m only interested in this kind of twisting and turning! Hahaha!” His

earlier smacked

“Steel is dead!

killed by

moment, then he sat

of the liquor, acting as if nothing had happened, but he secretly inched closer

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

What Steel? Let me tell you, when I was young, I once defeated a steel pipe!”

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

for a reply as he continued, “Steel Maveti

the fellows who was already wavering to slip to the bottom of the table as

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

Blood Brambles is dead. Even Calm Squall is dead. John Smith and

not the 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 cannot be published. The Navy and the Church were only

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

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

“That’s right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing sure isn’t simple!”

a fierce pirate,

the

drink with you? I don’t even know you!Amidst the exclamations,

wipe the

and 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 he had set up a trap to finish off all his enemies, and how he would never be able to play the card game of

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

…

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

relief and took off his clothes, returned to bed, and made up for his lack of sleep by sleeping for

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

liner,

the lady with the greenish-gray eyes,

were buying tickets at

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 happen when they ride on the liner… Klein used his body to block the adventurers’ line of sight, took

was that the later liner

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

office as if nothing had happened and bought the ten o’clock liner

docks, went above the gray fog,