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 everyone in the bar quieten down without realizing

trench coats. They didn’t hide the fact that they were

bounties on them… Klein

their backs slightly, and looked at

pointed at them, along with the handle made of ivory and ebony which exuded a strange sense of beauty under the

floor!” The customers who had been asked nearly pointed to the staircase in

something himself? Or could it be because of the mysterious hooded man beside him who was eating sweets? Klein drank another

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 a heavy voice, “Tell

didn’t put on a front just because of his social connections. He 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. The departure date is set for tomorrow with the

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

softly replied, “You can ask anyone here. All of them heard

as he turned to walk towards the other

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

the customer who had just requested to

hyenas!” Deniel first thanked him

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

innocent was also a habit

In Bayam, this description often refers to people from MI9… What did Silver Coin Viper Oder do? Klein silently asked

Loen military,

rushed down. As they ran, they said

left in a rush. Soon, the bar resumed its usual din, but the still gently wobbling main door proved that it

ticket paid

Bar, and he returned to the ordinary inn

too simple, isn’t it? Before I return to Backlund, I need to make a more realistic

Bayam tomorrow, and begin

moment, he heard knocking at the

it? Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, wore his clothes and pants, and walked to the

them looked Loenese,

the matter?” Klein asked,

since the gentleman in

flee on the spot, change my looks, and redo everything… Klein mumbled as he

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

the inn can vouch

and

he spoke, a constable beside him unfolded a portrait. On it was an elder who was abnormally thin with white messy hair. Apart from that, nothing

shook his

likes to eat sweets,” the Loenese police officer

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

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