Lord of the Mysteries

Klein sat in front of the bar counter and slammed his fist onto the counter.

“One glass of Southville beer.”

Behind him, a few bouncers hesitated about whether to come over to give him a warning or pretend that no one had fired a shot.

The bartender signaled to the bouncers with his eyes as he picked up a glass and chuckled.

“Why don’t you try a cup of Sweet Lemon?

“Our boss once went to Trier to learn cocktail mixing. He has mastered many of the cocktail recipes left behind by Emperor Roselle, and he has created the most popular Sweet lemon in Oravi on his own.”

Klein wasn’t moved as he calmly replied, “I only drink beer.”

“Alright.” the bartender wasn’t in a rush to get the bottle of Southville beer as he said with a smile, “Sir, are you an adventurer?”

Klein nodded without saying an answer.

The bartender didn’t hesitate as he said with a smile, “Perhaps you should meet our boss. He’s very friendly to new adventurers and is willing to treat them to drinks. Besides, there will be some aid offered to you.”

Klein, who had come with the intention of purchasing the supplementary ingredients of a Nimblewright Master, didn’t reject the offer. He took out a brass penny and flicked it before catching it firmly.

He placed the penny on the bar counter as a tip to thank the bartender for the information before slowly standing up and walking to the second floor under the lead of a bouncer, where he entered a room at the other end of the corridor.

The room was covered with thick, brownish-yellow, soft carpet. There was a faint smell of high-quality coal burning, mixed with the aroma of a cigar.

A middle-aged man with his blond hair combed neatly backwards was leaning on a reclining chair, sucking at his cigar as he read the papers. Surrounding him were six bodyguards.

Although Klein wasn’t a Beyonder of the Spectator domain, and he was unable to determine any unique traits or the strength of these bodyguards, nor was he from the Mystery Pryer or Monster pathway, he could see certain secrets. He could notice things others wouldn’t be able to discover, but his spiritual intuition made him believe that these bodyguards were definitely Beyonders, Beyonders who could threaten him to a certain extent.

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper and pulled at the collars of his black shirt before slowly standing up. He extended his right hand and said, “Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend.”

His blue eyes had a smile to them as he looked rather sincere.

Klein extended his right palm and smacked palms with him without a word. He was waiting for the man to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to a sofa opposite the reclining chair and chuckled.

the boss

once an adventurer with quite considerable strength. I’ve lived to this day and have

confident with his strength; thus, daring to directly say it… Klein didn’t stand on ceremony as he sat down. He leaned his body slightly forward as he expressionlessly waited

no response from the adventurer, Bilt sat down again and sucked at his cigar before leisurely

Archipelago is where the sea gets progressively messier. The strength of the military and Church begin to dwindle, to the point of them only being able to protect

I wish to organize everyone to form a loosely connected alliance, so that we can band together when faced

turn a blind eye when other adventurers encounter danger, and no one will punish you. However, if you were to

promise one point: adventurers of the alliance will be able to get the prices of the lowest nature when

the description, Bilt smiled at the new adventurer. He chuckled and asked, “What do you think of it? Are you interested in joining this loose alliance? Don’t worry. You won’t need to make any additional payment. Our purpose is only to

Klein nodded.

“It sounds pretty good.”

but I felt that brotherhood is overly constrained, so

that, he lowered his hand with the cigar

to ask your

posture and replied in a deep

his smile instantly stiffened. The guards around him clearly tensed up as though they were

rapidly composed himself and didn’t verify whether he was the real Gehrman Sparrow or a cheat who was only passing off as Gehrman Sparrow. He chuckled

Klein said with a calm expression while inwardly feeling

tree bark since there was a high chance of buying

heaved a sigh of relief and

“Easy.

pounds for

only be a few pounds cheaper than this price. Those barbarians from Feysac have sealed off the fountain’s

idea of the price of the Golden Spring water, and he knew that 30 pounds for 100 ml

just about to

his permission, a bouncer entered and

as his entire person appeared abnormally cold. He

has quite impressive strength. If he wasn’t a famous adventurer in the past, he was a famous pirate… He should be a

head and said to Klein with some difficulty, “Mr. Sparrow, I have

together if the

slowly got up, without any intention of involving

but curiosity was never something that could change

Sweet Lemon, Klein successfully

…

which was

Beyonder powers of Solar High Priest, he