Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 558

Klein didn’t answer with “yes” or “no.” Instead, he stopped walking towards his bedroom and flatly said, “That was a question.”

“Right, right, a question! That was a slanderous question with no basis! Besides, I also gave a negative answer,” Danitz responded with delight and had emphasized that he had never admitted to it.

Klein gently nodded his head.

“I will clarify this with your captain.”

Clarify… Danitz stared, then he half opened his mouth, his expression twisted.

He was also considered a somewhat knowledgeable person, so he stopped explaining and arguing, and he forced a smile.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

Klein took a deep breath and used his Clown powers to control his facial expression.

“Monitor it well.”

“Yes, alright!” Danitz quickly agreed.

Seeing Gehrman Sparrow turn around and walk to the bedroom’s entrance, he couldn’t help but ask, “You’re not going to clarify this with Captain, right?”

Klein twisted the handle and replied expressionlessly, “Monitor it well.”

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and entered the room. Before he could widen his mouth into a laugh, he closed the door behind him.

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The next morning, after breakfast, Klein put on a pair of pantaloons, a thick brown jacket, and a cap. He changed his appearance and went out, leaving Danitz alone in the room to watch the radio transceiver.

Along the way, Klein changed his appearance again, making himself look more like a native.

He found a special store, bought a pair of linen gloves, a shroud, and a body bag. Then, according to the surroundings he had previously witnessed, he scanned the area around him for landmarks before finding the bridge and the girl who had died amid the mud in a corner.

As it was still winter, the weather wasn’t too hot, and there were no obvious signs of decay from the corpse, but the festering skin and the stench still made Klein instinctively nauseous.

He didn’t immediately come to bury the girl who wanted to live like a human being last night, due to the recent events—Bayam was under strict curfews at night, as well as the fact that the cemetery didn’t open until dawn.

Pulling out a small metal bottle, Klein poured some Quelaag Oil onto his hand and rubbed it at the tip of his nose.

A choking sensation invaded his mind. The smell of peppermint mixed with disinfectant filled his olfactory senses, making him sober as if he had just fallen into a sea of floating ice. He was no longer affected by any other smells.

on his gloves, took a few steps forward,

unwrapped the shroud and began to gently move the corpse into the

the most bustling streets of Bayam until he reached the outskirts of the city. Along the narrow road where horse carriages couldn’t pass, he scaled a mountain to its

specially prepared by the Church of Storms and the

had settled down here, they had their cemeteries situated on the opposite side of Bayam on a flat and

and higher and entered the unnamed cemetery, where he found the gravekeeper

same grave. Of course, there will be priests who will do a send off for the souls of the dead in advance. 5 soli and he will have an urn and a niche he can call his own. 2 pounds, he’ll get an urn and a grave with a tombstone. If you don’t want him cremated, you’ll need a coffin.

then he took out 5 soli in notes and handed

gravekeeper counted the notes, picked up a fountain pen, and asked

he just wanted to

for a second and said,

the gravekeeper repeated it in a low voice and

up, he continued, “She can have an epitaph on

Rorsted

he said in a

epitaph…” the gravekeeper muttered,

finish his words, he saw the other party

girl’s looks before she fell ill. In order to not be suspected, he used the corresponding type of paper

the information and carried the body

ashes into an urn, the photograph was pasted on, and an epitaph was engraved, putting an end to the

walked down the mountain path, he

color of green. It was empty as far as the eye could see. Sails were stacked by the harbor, and the chimneys towered high. The streets were crisscrossed as people came and went. The surrounding estates were densely packed, and there was plenty of

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the Mandated Punishers, Jahn Kottman, stood at the edge, looking out over the refreshing sea and the mountain

were located in other cities on the island. The mainstay here was the spice trade, the brothels and casinos, and the accumulation and transit of goods. It lacked a fully-formed industry, and there

King Jahn Kottman retracted his gaze, he saw a Mandated Punisher running

Punisher struck the left side of his chest with

is it?” the well-built Jahn Kottman turned around

Punisher handed over the piece of paper in

the Resistance. They’ve received a response from Kalvetua. They’re in the process

unfolded the note and

turned his head to the interior of Blue Mountain Island, which was covered in a sea

the intelligence, that the mysterious person who had taken away the characteristic left by Kalvetua hadn’t left the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago. This could be determined from the fact that the person could disguise himself as Kalvetua and reply

lead to severe side effects regardless of whether or

easy for the mysterious person to find a proper

there was no way he could control the effects

This was the clue!

May the Storm be

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