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.

room and closed the door, Klein walked to the wardrobe and stood there

eyes

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

were tightly pursed. Her expression was heavy,

over it to a certain extent while changing.

felt like his soul had flown out of his body, allowing him to calmly observe “Helene” dressing up in female attire and adjusting her clothes through the mirror with a calm attitude. He believed this was a necessary step in

felt a baffling sense of familiarity as he tried hard to recall and compare this feeling, in a bid to fix it in place and

similar to him playing role-playing games. In it, he could choose a female character, carefully choosing the

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

Klein suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, feeling like this was the Faceless state he had been

act as anyone, but

into character and worked hard to act, he could detach his feelings and observe things calmly. By making comparisons,

This is the actual application of the Faceless’s main principle.

he was playing a role-playing game, he observed himself

quickly and normally as a first timer. It will be easy to expose any flaws. Heh, this is called professionalism. Women’s clothing sure is complicated… From the perspective of a Faceless, there are many flaws in Helene’s facial features and contours. She might be beautiful, but it’s definitely nothing I call

Thump! Thump! Thump!

on the door and

returned him the ten

walked to the door and pulled it

attendant shot him

your hands to your

“You’re now a prisoner!”

that she would bring her any harm. All she wanted

hands to his back. He felt

by the blonde

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

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

her come in

face instantly sank as she pushed open the door, signaling with

moment of truth is here… Klein took a deep breath and

with a thud,

thick carpet and, using the candlelight from the golden candle racks, saw a rather beautiful lady sitting

bright. She wore a white linen shirt, allowing her intimate body to faintly peek through. Raven-black curled hair cascaded down

hand and asked with an ambiguous

leather whip

there’s always room for discussion… Klein lampooned to resist his

said without a hint of emotion, “Returning to this place is already