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

hard to hide his smile as

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

the news is

at the southern end of the Rorsted Sea? From the looks of it, Admiral of Blood previously planned on coming to 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

Admiral of Blood become the crowning battle of the crazy adventurer

and awe effect… Klein didn’t say a word as he

from the intent stare as

with Captain has come to an

now return to

can be done

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

he flicked his wrist, sending the piece of paper out like a metallic

9, so he easily reached

scanned it before a scarlet flame rose in his palms, burning the paper

if I forget it, Captain will have

out a smile before asking again, “I can now return to the Golden

nodded slightly and said,

held back his urge to pump his fist in celebration, afraid

pay off the room for this period of time and buy a ship ticket.

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

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

“Wonderful! Wonderful!

“I’m finally free!”

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

known as the Seaweed Bar. He found the air fresh and

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

Blazing Danitz, 5,500

two steps away from Danitz—that familiar face allowed for a clear

“…”

clenched his teeth and revealed

down his cap, nearly concealing his normal line of

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

Danitz relaxed somewhat as he sped

Seaweed Bar was a place where gangs gathered. It was common for infamous

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

to do was buy a scalped ticket to

would be plastered across all the ticket booths. He had bought

and scarf. He carefully surveyed the area and found Deniel who sold

his gaze from the thin and somewhat swarthy man who was

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

“Do me a favor.”

The lad turned his head warily and ended up seeing a suspicious man. The lower half of his face was covered in a gray scarf and the cap on his