Lord of the Mysteries

After thinking for a moment, Klein, who didn’t have an answer, put away the thin blood crystal when he didn’t sense any danger from it. Then, he bent down to inspect Kircheis’s Devil form which had lost half its head.

I wonder if I can still use this to exchange for a bounty, and if so, how much can I get… I have no idea who I can contact from the military over here. Send Oz Kent a telegram? This back and forth, together with the work he has to do remotely, it’s hard to tell if it will finish in three to four days. I’ll be leaving tomorrow… Also, I can’t forget the middleman’s cut. He mumbled, walked to the side, and picked up the clearly charred half top hat and wore it.

Then, he dragged the heavy and massive Devil’s corpse and walked to the door before reaching out to open the door.

A howling wind blew in, breaking the silence in the room.

Klein tapped his finger joint to deactivate the Spirit Body Threads vision as he continued dragging the nasty and terrifying Devil’s corpse across the corridor, down the stairs to the first floor.

At that moment, there weren’t many people left in the bar. Tables and chairs were overturned, and there were shards everywhere. It was a mess.

Klein went past the heavily damaged staircase and into the main hall. He surveyed the area and found the forlorn bar owner behind the bar counter. Few of the bouncers he hired had remained. Most had scattered off.

Tap. Tap. Tap… Klein walked over one step at a time with the Devil corpse behind him bumping into the furniture.

“W-what are you planning to do?” the owner took a step back as he yelled at the top of his lungs.

His bouncers gathered over, shuddering in fear. Their eyes were darting around as their bodies revealed their own inclinations. It appeared as though they would immediately flee the moment any incident happened.

Klein stopped in his tracks, throwing Kircheis’s corpse in front of him.

Then, he said in a deep voice, “Can you claim bounty rewards?”

The owner was stunned for a second as he instinctively moved his gaze down before seeing the huge Devil’s corpse which still had some blue flames lingering around it.

He and his bouncers drew a cold gasp at the same time, many of them feeling surreal.

This was a real devil!

Apart from its lack of curled goat horns, it looked identical to the devils described in the Church’s bibles or mythical stories!

To ordinary people living in the pirates’ playground, it wasn’t rare to witness supernatural powers. Here, their horizons were clearly broader than the colonies of Oravi and the civilians of the kingdom’s native soil. However, as the owner and bouncers of a bar, they had never seen real devils before. They even suspected that it was an attempt by the Church to tarnish unofficial Beyonders.

The owner retracted his gaze with great difficulty as he looked at the stoic adventurer in tattered clothes.

“I can. Th-they should have the means to determine that this is Kircheis.

“It’s Kircheis, right?”

Klein silently heaved a sigh of relief and silently nodded.

hesitated for two seconds and forced a fearful

at least a week. I-its because there are pirates frequenting this area, and there

pounds really wasn’t a small sum. Klein clearly remembered that back in Tingen City, the Nighthawks team’s monthly budget was only about 1,000 pounds. The budget was

and asked the bar’s boss,

owner

gaze across everyone and continued asking, “Can

The owner didn’t dare

tersely responded before using a

pounds to me

That’s about 600 pounds short… The owner was taken aback, never expecting the crazy adventurer to take the

do it?” Klein asked

additional 650 pounds was his compensation for the bar. After all, he had left the bar in a mess. However, this wasn’t something the crazy adventurer would say himself. He believed that the bar’s owner wasn’t a philanthropist. There

it seriously before replying,

he planned on borrowing some of

be able to earn several hundred pounds at once wasn’t something he would miss

another word. He turned around and

yellow pennies and threw them onto a tiny round

spun to a

stop walking. His figure soon disappeared from the

the owner

with the same expression,

who had been standing guard by the door thought with a frown. Then, he said

for that cup of beer,

fell into silence once again. Although the owner and bouncers couldn’t accept such an explanation, they had the baffling

…

I made quite a lot this time… Yes, I’ll have to make another set tomorrow…

followed the information provided by the head honcho of the Loen’s New Party, Molsona, and found a policeman who was controlled by drugs. The man helped

returned to his hotel via a

up the altar, he used a ritual to send Creeping Hunger and the thin blood

long bronze table, Klein didn’t hesitate to pick up the glove and release the soul of the Priest of

powerhouse had a thin face and an elegant bearing. He was an amiable elder, and he wore a

paper and wrote down the divination statement: “The

seat, he began using dream

brownish goatskin in a room

roots of the Tree of

Tree’s juice, 1 golden-rimmed sunflower, 1 white-rimmed sunflower, 5

paused for a few seconds, ripples surfaced again,

at him said to a