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.

seconds and forced

while. After all, 9,500 pounds isn’t a small sum. For Toscarter’s pier, it will take at least a

Tingen City, the Nighthawks team’s monthly budget was only about 1,000 pounds. The

for a moment and asked the bar’s boss, “Do you know

owner

continued asking, “Can you figure out where I’m

yes.” The owner didn’t dare to

tersely responded before using a flat and

6,000 pounds to

taken aback, never expecting the

do it?” Klein asked

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 was no way he

it seriously

This was because he planned on borrowing some of the money and using his savings to pay the bounty reward which

earn several hundred pounds at

didn’t speak another word. He turned around and walked to

yellow pennies and threw

sounds, the pennies spun

the black-suited Klein didn’t stop walking. His figure soon disappeared from

the meaning of that?” the owner said

the bouncers shook their heads with the same expression, indicating that they

been standing guard by the door thought with a frown. Then, he said uncertainty, “When he first entered, he took…

the compensation for that cup of beer, as well as the

explanation, they had

…

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

provided by the head honcho of the Loen’s New Party, Molsona, and found a policeman who was controlled by drugs. The man helped the gangs commit several sordid deeds, to the

Klein returned to his hotel via a

a ritual to send Creeping Hunger

didn’t hesitate to pick up the glove

and he wore a simple white clergyman’s robe. He bowed to express his gratitude to the mysterious

he conjured pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement: “The potion formulas for

his seat, he began using dream

piece of brownish goatskin in a room filled with sunlight. On it was a formula written in ancient Feysac: “Sequence 6,

1 set of crystallized roots of the Tree of Elders, 5 feathers of

ml of Radiance Spirit Pact Tree’s juice, 1 golden-rimmed sunflower, 1 white-rimmed

for a few seconds, ripples surfaced again, outlining an opulent hall filled

prevented one from looking straight at him said to a half-centenarian elder, “This is the potion formula for the