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.

dominance. It made

trench coats. They didn’t hide the fact that they were holding revolvers, and that they would instantly

them. They aren’t on any wanted list or have any bounties on them… Klein mumbled

their backs slightly, and looked at them before asking, “Where

black muzzle pointed at them, along with the handle made of

had been

be because of the mysterious hooded man beside him who was

Oder’s request to purchase tickets from Deniel. Immediately, the person walked straight to the thin and dark-skinned

didn’t make it clear. He requested for ten

The questioner was a

replied, “You can ask anyone here. All

The man shoved Deniel angrily as he turned to walk

of a tiny circular table when he suddenly felt an additional force on his shoulder. Instantly, he regained his

over and saw that it was the customer who

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

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

innocent was also a habit

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

the Loen military,

members who had headed up to the second floor rushed down. As they ran, they said to their partner, “He has long fled through the

left in a rush. Soon, the bar resumed its usual

and scalped ticket paid off. He didn’t

paying the remaining 15 pounds, he left the Seaweed Bar, and he returned to the ordinary inn he

I need to make a more realistic identification document. Klein flipped through the series of identification documents before throwing them inside

Bayam tomorrow, and begin the last stage of

he heard

is it? Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, wore his clothes and pants,

of them looked Loenese,

the matter?”

some identification,” a mixed-blood said politely since the gentleman in

I’ll be spending the night at the police station, or I’d have to flee on the spot, change my looks, and redo everything… Klein mumbled as he returned to his room, and took

through it as he

inn can

and said, “Have you seen

portrait. On it was an elder who

shook

likes to eat sweets,”

Oder. He had

was in the Seaweed Bar, I saw