Lord of the Mysteries

In a forest in Blue Mountain Island where the Resistance base was located.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Kalat raised his bald head and looked towards the sunlight that was scattering at the cave’s entrance. His eyes couldn’t hide his joy.

He acutely sensed that ever since God reappeared over the land and stated “His” ten commandments, the previous bloodshed and chaos had changed. From time to time, “He” would provide them with guidance which was filled with wisdom. Furthermore, “He” would observe all creatures and proactively interfere with the situation at sea in a bid to help the Resistance and everyone in Rorsted, allowing them to pass through a difficult, thorny path while still being able to see some hope.

Perhaps this is the true meaning behind “His” reappearance over the land… Kalat recalled the revelation he had just received and guessed that the red-haired woman named Helene was like a fulcrum for Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy and the forces out at sea. She was the key to spoiling the balance between the countries, and only by making the world’s situation more chaotic would the people of Rorsted receive the opportunity of being liberated!

Kalat drew in a breath and quickly set up a ritual to pray to Sea God, conjuring Helene’s picture.

After doing all of this, he instinctively turned his head to the side and wore a somewhat mixed expression.

Living in that direction was the high priest of the Church of Sea God, a priest who was a high-ranking member of the Resistance.

Although they don’t dare go against the revelations and have made tremendous changes, in many ways, they’re still immersed in the past. They’re obstinate, conservative, backward, and savage. They refuse to embrace a more civilized Church… If this goes on, they’ll one day be abandoned by God… Kalat couldn’t hide the smile in his heart while he felt a strong sense of anguish.

…

After scanning through all the believers’ prayers and picking a few to respond to, Klein returned to the real world. He planned on heading out to search for a chance to enact true acting.

When his right hand gripped the door handle, a ridiculous but possible thought came to his mind.

My true goal is not to find red-haired Helene, but to use this opportunity to get to Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy and figure out what happened to tycoon Jimmy Necker, so as to get to know the location of the ancient chronicles of Death.

That is to say, I only need to lure Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy out with red-haired Helene. As for whether she’s the real person or not, that doesn’t matter.

I can make myself red-haired Helene and let Danitz send me to Strongman Ozil, get the reward, and easily meet Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy.

What an impressive sequence of actions…

Klein suddenly shook his head as he found a reason to reject the idea.

Although I’m a Faceless, I can’t accept wearing drag!

… Could it be that overcoming my inner resistance is also one of the principles for acting?

Furthermore, I don’t know red-haired Helene. Acting as her wouldn’t work. I would just be like her on the surface, and I wouldn’t be able to fool people who are familiar with her. That way, I won’t be able to meet Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy.

Yes. The person searching for red-haired Helene might not be Tracy, but an enemy of hers.

I don’t know Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy’s background. Rashly doing such an act would result in immeasurable danger.

It’s best to be safe and abide by my wishes. I’ll first search for red-haired Helene, and after determining the details, I can consider the subsequent actions.

At that moment, Klein suddenly felt that something was amiss in the living room. Danitz’s snoring had softened, and the time between each snore shortened.

Vice Admiral Iceberg is here? Klein turned the handle and opened the door to the bedroom.

making this silent action, Danitz sat up with his eyes

hard to hide his smile as

Island and is

of the

Bayam, but the fight between Kalvetua and Sea King Jahn Kottman scared him away. He circled around the area and headed straight for the Berserk Sea… Yes, it’s probably because his intelligence officer, Old Quinn, didn’t send a telegram to inform him… Klein felt pangs of regret and could only lament how reality changed faster than

Admiral of Blood become the

effect…

little uneasy from the intent

with Captain has come to an

can now return to the

developments can be

paper from his pocket. He scribbled the

that, he flicked his wrist, sending the

was a Hunter at Sequence 9, so he easily reached out and caught the piece

rose in his palms,

even if I forget it, Captain will have a way of

and squeezed out a smile before asking again, “I can now return to

nodded slightly and

in celebration, afraid that he would end up antagonizing the madman, Gehrman

cautiously and said, “I’ll first pay off the room for this period of time and buy a ship ticket. As you know, Bayam hasn’t been calm recently. Captain

know how to settle the room’s payment… Klein didn’t say a word as he maintained his austere attitude. He

staircase and vanished from Danitz’s sight, Danitz shrank back into his room and clenched his fist,

“Wonderful! Wonderful!

“I’m finally free!”

Wind of Azure Inn to settle the bill. He informed them that this didn’t

known as the Seaweed Bar.

he took a few steps, he suddenly noticed bounty posters pasted along the walls around

Danitz, 5,500

posters were just two steps away from Danitz—that familiar face

“…”

clenched his teeth and

cap, nearly concealing his normal line of

went to a recent department store and bought a gray scarf. He wrapped it around his neck and hid his

this point in time, Danitz relaxed somewhat as he sped up

gathered.

Amyris Leaf Bar that allowed access to a lot of information and resources, it had its own unique niche—it had

buy a scalped ticket to Galagos, as this wouldn’t need him to provide any

very well that be it in the past or present, his bounty poster would be plastered across all the ticket booths.

scarf. He carefully surveyed the area

retracted his gaze from the thin and somewhat swarthy man who was in his thirties. He began

beside a lad who was drinking at the bar counter. He tapped

“Do me a favor.”

lower half of his face was covered in a gray scarf and