Lord of the Mysteries

As Silver Coin Viper Oder wasn’t a pirate, there were all kinds of rumors about him, most of which could hardly be verified. Klein retracted his gaze from the staircase and walked to the bar counter. He found a seat at the counter and tapped it.

“A cup of Zarhar.”

This was a locally produced malt beer. It was a lot cheaper than Southville beer that needed to be shipped over from the Northern Continent.

“3 pence.” The bartender recovered from his silent state as he picked up an overturned cup.

The crowd in the bar began to break out into whispers as they were illuminated by the gas wall lamps. All of them were discussing the reason for Silver Coin Viper Oder’s purchase of ten tickets.

“He’s definitely being pursued by someone. Ten tickets among three ships… It’s clearly to prevent his pursuers from knowing which ship they boarded!” A gang member with his sleeves rolled-up, revealing his tattoo, shared his view based on his experience from evading capture twice.

An adventurer drinking Lanti Proof scoffed.

“You don’t understand Oder. If his plan was that simple, he wouldn’t have the title ‘Silver Coin Viper.’

“I dare bet that he won’t be on any of those liners from those ten tickets!

“The only thing I can confirm is that they’re heading to Pritz Harbor.”

Another adventurer shook his head when he heard that.

“Perhaps the news of him heading to Pritz Harbor is fake as well.”

The gang member from before was taken aback by what he heard. Refusing to be one-upped, he said, “According to your descriptions, Oder has likely thought of what you figured out. That’s precisely why he’s heading to Pritz Harbor and will be on one of the three ships!”

The two adventurers were about to retort him, but they decided that there was quite a nonzero chance of that happening after some careful thought. Momentarily, none of them said a word.

This made the gang member extremely happy as he downed the rest of his liquor.

Klein was holding a cup of Zarhar as he sipped it while listening to the conversation. He was waiting for the fake identification and tickets he needed.

There’s another 45 minutes. I hope nothing happens. Don’t make the bar into a mess… He silently prayed as he drew the crimson moon inwardly.

The light-yellow beer slowly dropped in volume while Klein would look at the wall clock from time to time, or at the entrance, hoping that time would pass faster.

Half an hour later, the door to the bar was suddenly opened with a loud thud as the evening wind gushed in.

No way… The corners of Klein’s lips twitched as he held back his urge to smile wryly. He turned his body to look at the sound.

Standing by the door were five people. Their leader had black hair and brown eyes, with recessed facial features and cut facial contours. He looked Loenese and looked to be in his early forties.

expression was cold and he exuded a natural air of dominance. It made everyone in the bar

the three men and the woman behind him were in trench coats. They didn’t hide the fact that they were holding

list or have any bounties on

as they came before different customers, bent their backs slightly, and

along with the handle made of ivory

customers who had been asked nearly pointed

an act against Queen Mystic, or has Silver Coin Viper done something himself? Or could it be because of the mysterious hooded man beside him who was eating sweets? Klein drank

Oder’s request to purchase tickets from Deniel. Immediately, the person walked straight to the thin and dark-skinned black marketer, and he asked in a heavy

forced a smile and said, “He didn’t make it clear. He requested for ten tickets that are to be distributed across three different ships.

questioner was a

can ask anyone

shoved Deniel angrily as he turned to walk towards the other

of a tiny circular table when he suddenly felt

looked over and saw that it was the customer who had just requested to purchase a fake identity and

Deniel first thanked him before

didn’t wish for anything to happen to this “ticket scalper;” after all, he

innocent was also a habit

Silver Coin Viper Oder do? Klein silently asked

the Loen military, it

the second floor rushed down. As they ran, they said to their

of people came and left in a rush. Soon, the bar resumed its usual din, but the still gently wobbling main door proved

documents and scalped ticket paid off. He didn’t need to worry

Bar, and he returned to the

Yode… This name is way too simple, isn’t it? Before I return to Backlund, I need to make a more

took a bath and relaxed, prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow, and begin the last stage of his sea

this moment, he heard knocking at

hurriedly took off his bathrobe, wore

were a few policemen in black. One of them looked Loenese, while the rest

the matter?” Klein asked,

us some identification,” a mixed-blood said politely since the gentleman in front of him was

I just made one. Otherwise, I’ll be spending the night at the police station, or I’d have to flee on the spot, change my looks, and redo

Loen police officer casually flipped through it as he said, “Mr. Yode, are you

the inn can vouch

smile and said,

unfolded a portrait. On it was an elder who was abnormally thin with white messy hair.

shook

to eat sweets,”

hooded man behind Silver Coin Viper Oder. He had been eating plenty of coffee-colored sweets in a short

said without hiding anything, “Perhaps. Back when I was in the Seaweed