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.

read those twisting and turning letters of the alphabet? Holy Lord of Storms, I’m only

had spoken earlier

“Steel is dead!

killed by

was stunned for a moment, then he sat up, turning his head

took a sip of the liquor, acting as if nothing had happened, but he secretly inched closer to hear

brought him into the trade had once said that

I was young, I once

Should I say something like woah, yours

reply as he continued, “Steel Maveti is dead! The second

fellows who was already wavering to slip to the bottom of the table as he raved in horror, “It wasn’t me, I didn’t

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

mention that it 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 caught as well!” A drunk who was still a little lucid came over and joined in

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 used. The true murderer is Blazing Danitz and a mysterious, experienced, and

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

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

“That’s right!”

“Really?”

“Blazing sure isn’t simple!”

fierce pirate,

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

did I ever drink with you?

wipe the deck in envy. Hahaha, I can now be said to be the strongest

the ship 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

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 be paralyzed by

…

rang, the orange sun rose in the sky. The

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

clothes, and went to the first floor to buy

he had already bought his return tickets for the 9 o’clock liner, Klein kept watch of the time and prepared to

with the greenish-gray eyes, as well as

buying tickets at

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 happen when they ride on the liner… Klein used his body to

that the later liner wouldn’t be in

liner near the ticket office, rubbed his fingers together in silence, and

office as if nothing had happened and bought the

at the docks, went above the gray fog, and quickly divined