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.

silent action, Danitz sat up with his eyes

tried hard to hide his smile as he

crew was sighted at Longtail Island and is continuing south. His destination seems to

the news is

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

to make his hunt of Admiral of Blood become the crowning battle of the crazy adventurer and bounty

that shock and awe effect… Klein didn’t say a word as he calmly looked at

felt a little uneasy from the intent stare as he gave a

Your cooperation with Captain has come to

can now return to the Golden

can be done via your

moment and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. He scribbled the

that, he flicked his wrist, sending the piece

9, so he easily reached

it before a scarlet flame rose in his palms, burning

Captain will have a way of

again, “I can now return

nodded slightly

his fist in celebration, afraid that he would end

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 doesn’t wish for the Golden Dream to

a word as he maintained his austere attitude. He draped himself with a coat and took his hat before walking towards

and vanished from Danitz’s sight, Danitz shrank back

“Wonderful! Wonderful!

“I’m finally free!”

the front desk of the Wind of Azure Inn to settle the bill. He

ran straight for a place known as the Seaweed Bar. He found the

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

Danitz, 5,500

away from Danitz—that familiar face allowed for

“…”

teeth and

pressed down his cap, nearly concealing his normal

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

he sped up his

Seaweed Bar was a place where gangs gathered.

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

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

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

cap and scarf. He carefully surveyed the area and found Deniel

approach him and instead retracted his gaze from the thin and somewhat swarthy man who was in

squeezed through the crowd and arrived beside a lad who was drinking at the bar counter. He tapped him on the shoulder and

“Do me a favor.”

half of his face was covered in a gray scarf and the cap