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 a daze

eyes and extended his

Helene’s red hair cascading down in the reflection. Her green

face was flushed red as her lips were tightly pursed. Her expression

However, he had gotten over it to a certain

some form of detachment from his self-awareness. It 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

as he tried hard to recall and compare this

found the source. This was similar to him playing role-playing games. In it, he could choose a female character, carefully

his attitude detached; and on the other hand, he was seriously acting and going through the plot. By combining the two perfectly and

suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, feeling like this was

but he was

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

the Faceless’s main principle. Klein

role-playing game, he observed himself in the full-body

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 the mirror as though he was looking

Thump! Thump! Thump!

on the door and asked impatiently, “Are you

sank, as though she hadn’t returned him the ten thousand pounds she owed

this state as he walked to the door

him a glance and

your hands to your

“You’re now a prisoner!”

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

back. He felt relaxed because the woman

putting on the cuffs, he was led by the blonde female attendant to the entrance of

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

say a word when a gloomy

her come

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

here… Klein took

him closed with a thud, isolating the inside

using the candlelight from the golden candle racks, saw a rather beautiful lady sitting behind a desk while

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

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

held a black leather

for discussion… Klein lampooned

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