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.

hide the fact that they were

on any wanted list or have any bounties on them… Klein mumbled to himself as he maintained his state as a

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

along with the handle made of

to the second floor!” The customers who had been asked

is 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 another mouthful of beer as

the person walked straight to the thin and dark-skinned black marketer, and he asked in a heavy voice, “Tell me honestly. Where is Oder

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

was a seemingly radical man in his

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

man shoved Deniel angrily as he turned

staggered backward and was about to fall and hit his head onto the side of a tiny circular table when he suddenly felt an additional force

customer who had just requested to purchase a fake

Deniel first thanked him before softly saying through clenched

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

helping the innocent was also a

to people from MI9… What did Silver Coin Viper Oder do? Klein silently asked himself as he eliminated the possibility that someone was targeting Queen

the Loen military, it was

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

group of people came and left in a rush. Soon, the bar resumed its usual din, but the

ticket paid off. He didn’t need to worry about

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

This name is way too simple, isn’t it? Before I return to Backlund, I need to make a more realistic identification document.

Bayam tomorrow, and begin the last stage of

heard knocking at

bathrobe, wore his clothes and pants, and walked

black. One of them looked Loenese, while the rest

matter?” Klein asked,

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

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

as

everyone in the inn can

smile and said, “Have you

it was an elder who was

shook his

likes to eat sweets,” the Loenese police

suddenly recalled the mysterious hooded man behind Silver Coin Viper Oder. He had been eating plenty of coffee-colored sweets

Back when I was in the Seaweed