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

strength. I’ve lived to this day and have earned quite

didn’t stand on ceremony as he sat down. He leaned his body slightly forward as he expressionlessly waited

down again and sucked at his cigar before leisurely saying, “To be honest, there’s a motive behind me

table. He said with a magnetic tone, “East from the Rorsted 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 their

disadvantageous to us adventurers. Therefore, I wish to organize everyone to form a loosely connected alliance, so that

have any strong binding terms. You can choose to turn a blind eye when other adventurers encounter danger, and no one will punish you. However, if you were to encounter a similar situation, don’t hope for

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

of it? Are you interested in joining this loose

Klein nodded.

“It sounds pretty good.”

think so too. I once thought of naming this association the Adventuring Brotherhood, but I felt that brotherhood is overly

hand with the cigar and smacked his lips. He shook his head and

to

replied

Sparrow…” Bilt’s eyelids jumped as his smile instantly stiffened. The guards around him

whether he was the real Gehrman Sparrow or a cheat who was only passing off as

Golden Spring water,” Klein said with

didn’t mention the drago tree bark since there was

heaved a sigh of relief

“Easy.

for 100

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

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

was just about to speak after some

entered and leaned over, whispering into his

appeared abnormally cold. He suffused an indescribable killing

If he wasn’t a famous adventurer in the past, he was a

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

can have drinks together if

Klein slowly got up, without any intention of involving

this didn’t mean that he wasn’t curious, but curiosity

Klein successfully

…

which

of Solar High Priest, he followed the edge of