Lord of the Mysteries

… You didn’t even need me to mention it… I was still a little embarrassed to raise the subject… Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief. After considering Gehrman Sparrow’s persona, he calmly said, “I do not take advantage of others.”

Just as he said that, he felt a little regretful. He was afraid that Vice Admiral Iceberg would really change her mind.

Edwina’s light-blue eyes moved slightly as she said, “The only condition is that you have to tell me the answer to anything you figure out.”

Phew… Klein didn’t harp on the issue as he nodded.

“Okay.”

About a minute later, he carried an iron black key the size of a heptachord.

And at that moment, there was a series of fervent singing from the deck.

“Your eyes are so mesmerizing that it feels like the light from dawn;

“When night comes and the sun has gone down, I almost start feeling melancholy; fervently awaiting your light;

“Oh, your eyes are so mesmerizing that it feels like the light from dawn ¹ …”

Klein subconsciously went to the window and looked out. He saw that the bonfire had already been lit, and the Golden Dream’s crew, that had nothing to do on their hands, were gathered around it. They were either roasting meat or fish as they guzzled beer. Otherwise, they would be dancing a rather random but lively dance alongside Singer Orpheus’s singing. It was a very merry atmosphere.

The oily roasting exuded a tantalizing aroma that wafted upwards. Klein saw that Anderson Hood was also among the pirates, drinking in high spirits and eating happily. From time to time, he would shout a few words and say a joke, as though he was already a member of the Golden Dream. He was no longer ostracized like before. Instead, Danitz didn’t appear among them. At the very least, Klein didn’t see him near Iron Skin or Barrel.

As long as he doesn’t provoke others, Anderson is rather good at socializing… This might be the intelligence gathering powers of a Conspirer? Yes, he might’ve transferred the hatred onto me…

I wonder if Danitz will work hard after what happened. If he can improve himself and acquire greater strength, then as The Fool, I wouldn’t only have myself as a subordinate. I don’t have to always appear as a trinity. Heh heh, this secret existence of mine finally has a real believer, someone I can directly order to do things, even though it’s only limited to Danitz… I have to say, it’s still quite pathetic…

As Klein reflected over the matter, he prepared a ritual to sacrifice the giants’ key above the gray fog.

At that moment, his spiritual perception was triggered as he instinctively activated his Spirit Vision and looked to the side.

as they materialized into the messenger with black

so it was nearly level with Gehrman Sparrow without tearing through the ceiling. However, the palm holding the letter remained huge, as though it could easily wrap it around Klein’s

quite quick to reply this time… As Klein politely

contents, he suddenly realized that the skeleton messenger remained

something?” Klein asked in

idea flashed through his mind as he quickly added,

skeleton messenger’s huge head nodded as its body collapsed like a waterfall before

waited for me to give a reply, same for the skeleton messenger this time… Is this some new regulation the messenger world has enacted? Pui! There’s no such thing as a messenger world. They’re all individually summoned, and most messengers are just doing it part-time… Yes, the skeleton messenger gave me an aggrieved

This process comes to an end at Sequence 2. Therefore, there is a qualitative difference between an angel and a saint. In ancient times, the former

which is a potpourri of complex knowledge, godhood characteristics, and secret symbols. Ordinary people will suffer tremendous damage from a simply glance, to the point of losing their minds. And as the demigod grows in strength, the damage only grows more potent and irresistible. Therefore, creatures at this level have to constantly control themselves to not expose this form, or just from their very existence alone, it can bring about a catastrophe

one of the main traits of losing control is losing reason. When that

their original race. Strictly speaking, one is

of the phrase, or if the criteria can be relaxed… Heh, I wonder if the placenta blood from Will Auceptin’s birth counts. “He” is a Sequence 1 Snake of Fate, an absolute mythical creature, just not in the correct form… I’ll accumulate more matters before writing on the paper crane to ask him. Yes, there are only two more times, so I need to do it for serious matters. However, I’ll be returning to Backlund soon…

recollection, but based on his impressions, Will Auceptin had

earlier… Klein thought without great certainty. After all, he didn’t have a girlfriend or wife

ritual. He sacrificed the giants’ key

made the iron black key fly onto the surface

conjured a pen and paper and wrote the divination statement: “The place this key corresponds

the paper in hand and his arm around the key, Klein leaned back into

the gray, hazy world first presented a distorted translucent screen. As the scene zoomed in, he immediately

color and on its sides were various engraved symbols, labels,

over faintly, dyeing the door with a clear sense of decline. It was like the daylight was gone for

in the door’s left side, at a height of three to four meters, there was a pitch-black socket which was equivalent to an adult’s

quickly shattered as Klein opened his

King’s Court… Yes, the first distorted translucent screen should be the barrier between

to buy the giants’

the real world, Klein tidied the items on the table and held a thick stack of cash.

1,000 pounds… Klein

saw him holding the cash, her brows twitched as she widened her eyes. She said

Klein tersely acknowledged.