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 in

his eyes and extended

period of time, he came in front 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

lips were tightly pursed. Her expression was heavy, looking

he had gotten over it to a certain extent while changing. Besides, there wasn’t anyone inside. Second,

It felt like his soul had flown out of his body, allowing him to

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

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

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 was seriously acting

this was the Faceless state

anyone, but he was still

feelings and observe things calmly. By making comparisons, he could figure himself out and find his true

This is the actual application of the Faceless’s main principle. Klein suddenly felt at peace as the remnant embarrassment

as though he was playing a role-playing game, he observed himself in the full-body mirror and tried hard to find any

Otherwise, there’s no way I could wear them so 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 stunning… Yes, with this state of mind, I can clearly feel the potion digesting… Klein looked at himself in

Thump! Thump! Thump!

on the door and

she hadn’t returned him the ten thousand pounds she

as he walked to the

attendant shot him a glance and raised the

your hands to your

“You’re now a prisoner!”

Helene was on the Black Death, she wasn’t afraid that she would bring her

back. He felt relaxed because the woman

led by the blonde female

outside. It wasn’t too strong, but it was sufficiently long-lasting. It was a scent that kept

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

come in

pushed open the door, signaling with her eyes for Klein

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

behind him closed with a thud, isolating the

from the golden candle racks, saw a rather beautiful lady sitting behind a desk while leaning back. She was

bright. She wore a white linen shirt, allowing her intimate body to faintly peek through.

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

held a black leather whip

always room for discussion… Klein

her. He said without a hint of emotion, “Returning to this place is