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.

air of dominance. It

they were holding revolvers, and that they would instantly aim and shoot if there was any slight sign

them. They aren’t on any wanted list or have any bounties on them… Klein mumbled to himself as he maintained

different customers, bent their backs slightly, and looked at

when they saw the black muzzle pointed at them, along with the handle

who had been

mysterious hooded man beside him who was eating sweets? Klein drank

situation of 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

forced a smile and said, “He didn’t make it clear. He requested for ten

real?” The questioner was a seemingly radical man in his

anyone here. All of

Deniel angrily as he turned

and hit his head onto the side of a tiny circular table when he suddenly felt an additional force

and saw that it was the customer who had just

those bunch of military hyenas!” Deniel first thanked him before softly saying

who had helped him was Klein. He didn’t wish for anything to happen to this “ticket scalper;” after all, he had

the innocent was also a habit of

refers to people from MI9… What did Silver Coin Viper Oder do? Klein

the Loen military, it was

he was thinking, the MI9 members who had headed up to the second floor rushed down. As they

in a rush. Soon, the bar resumed its usual din, but the still gently wobbling main door proved that it wasn’t as calm

paid off. He didn’t

15 pounds, he left the Seaweed Bar, and he returned to the

too simple, isn’t it? Before I return to Backlund, I need to make a more realistic identification document. Klein flipped through the series of identification documents

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

moment, he heard

it? Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, wore his

One of them looked Loenese, while the rest were either mixed-bloods or pure

matter?” Klein

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

I’ll be spending the night at the police station, or I’d have to flee on the spot, change my

casually flipped through it as he

can vouch for me,” Klein

revealed a smile and said, “Have

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

shook his

eat sweets,” the

recalled the mysterious hooded man behind Silver Coin Viper Oder. He had been eating plenty of

a short deliberation, Klein said without hiding anything, “Perhaps. Back when I was in the Seaweed Bar, I saw a man who loved eating