Lord of the Mysteries

Only a single Black Death… The other ships are anchored beyond the Rorsted Archipelago’s confines because they’re afraid of being discovered? This is good news… Klein retracted his gaze and deliberately bit his lip to express his agitation.

After taking a glance at Helene’s side profile, Mithor lit a torch and began swinging it to signal to the flagship.

Before long, a dinghy came and took him and the disguised Klein back to the Black Death.

As the dinghy was being hoisted up, Klein boarded another pirate admiral’s flagship. Under Mithor’s lead, he entered the cabin.

Waiting for them up ahead was a blonde female attendant. She glanced at Helene with a cold stare before pointing sideways to the room.

“Go in.”

This attitude… It’s like meeting a love rival in the flesh… Both men and women fall to this Vice Admiral Ailment’s charm… The cuffed Klein instantly increased his vigilance as he wore a heavy expression and followed the blonde female attendant into the room.

He originally believed that he would immediately meet Tracy and obtain a chance to meet her in private. He was already ready to strike, but apart from a wardrobe, sofa, and full-body mirror in a cramped carpeted room, there was nothing.

Could it be that Tracy has deliberately given Helene the cold shoulder to express her anger? Klein recalled the romance novels and contrived television serials he had previously watched while contemplating the reason for the Ailment Maiden’s actions.

The blonde female attendant shot a glance at “Helene’s” male attire that lacked the androgynous beauty to it due to the lack of makeup, took two quick steps, opened the wardrobe, and pointed to the dresses inside.

“Captain doesn’t like your present attire. Change.”

F**k… Klein cursed inwardly.

He originally imagined that he could be granted a meeting with Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy while looking like Helene and dressed as a male. He was thankful that he didn’t need to overly humiliate himself to achieve his goal, but in the end, he didn’t manage to escape this outcome that he wanted to avoid.

Seeing Helene standing there in a daze, the blonde female attendant glared at her.

“You have two choices. Either you change yourself, or I’ll help you!”

Klein did one of red-haired Helene’s habitual motions and inhaled slightly.

“Remove my cuffs.”

He turned his body sideways and gestured with his chin towards the door.

“And go outside.”

“Conniving whore…” the blonde female attendant cursed under her breath and used the key given to her by Mithor to release Helene from her cuffs.

the door, Klein walked to the wardrobe and stood

he closed his eyes and extended his

of the full-body mirror and saw Helene’s red hair cascading down in the reflection. Her green eyes shimmered while she wore a golden-red dress. By her waist was a ribbon tied into a flower. It was pulled

pursed. Her expression was heavy,

looked at his present image and first felt somewhat embarrassed. However, he had gotten over it to

soul had flown out of his body, allowing him to calmly

to recall and compare this feeling,

could choose a female character, carefully choosing the facial

this. On the one hand, he was viewing it from an angle of a god through the screen, making his attitude detached; and on the other hand, he

this was the Faceless state he

as anyone, but he

could detach his feelings and observe things calmly. By making comparisons, he could figure

of the Faceless’s main principle. Klein suddenly felt

playing a role-playing game, he

is complicated… From the

Thump! Thump! Thump!

door and asked impatiently, “Are

though she hadn’t returned him the ten thousand

walked to the door and pulled

female attendant shot him a glance

your hands to your

“You’re now a prisoner!”

she wasn’t afraid that she would bring her any

back. He

the cuffs, he was led by the blonde female attendant to the

door was half open, allowing a fragrance of warmth emanate outside. It wasn’t too strong, but it was sufficiently long-lasting. It was a scent that kept pulling

on the door and was just about to say a word when a gloomy but sufficiently beautiful female voice

come in

instantly sank as she pushed open the door, signaling with her eyes

Klein took a deep breath and stepped

closed with a thud, isolating the inside

from the golden candle racks, saw a rather beautiful lady sitting behind a

brows were long and straight, and her azure-blue eyes were sharp and bright. She wore a white linen shirt, allowing her

enter, Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy raised her left hand and asked with an ambiguous smile, “Tell me,

a black leather

for discussion… Klein lampooned to resist his

leveling towards her. He said without a hint of emotion, “Returning to this place is already the greatest punishment. Anything