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.

to the wardrobe and stood

he closed his eyes

Helene’s red hair cascading down in the reflection. Her green eyes shimmered while she wore a golden-red dress. By

red as her lips were tightly pursed. Her expression was heavy, looking very identical to the

image and first felt somewhat embarrassed. However, he had gotten over it to a certain extent

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

and compare this

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

doing 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,

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

anyone, but he was still

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

into character and detachment… This is the actual application of the Faceless’s main principle. Klein suddenly felt

as though he was playing a role-playing game, he

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

Thump! Thump! Thump!

female attendant banged on the door and asked impatiently,

returned him the ten thousand pounds

as he walked

blonde female attendant shot him a glance and raised

your hands to your

“You’re now a prisoner!”

the Black Death, she wasn’t afraid that she would bring her any harm. All she wanted was to humiliate

half-turned his body, putting his hands to his back. He felt relaxed because the woman wasn’t paying

cuffs, he was led by the blonde female

but it was sufficiently long-lasting. It was a scent that kept pulling one back as they would involuntarily wish to

about to say a word when a gloomy

her come in

attendant’s face instantly sank as she pushed open the door, signaling with her eyes for Klein

Klein took a deep breath and stepped into

him closed with a thud, isolating the

carpet and, using the candlelight from the golden candle racks, saw a rather beautiful lady sitting behind a desk while leaning back. She was wearing beige trousers with

linen shirt, allowing her intimate body

red-haired Helene enter, Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy raised her left hand and asked with an ambiguous smile, “Tell me, how should I punish

a black leather

always room for discussion… Klein lampooned

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