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.

natural air of dominance. It made everyone in the bar quieten down

coats. They didn’t hide the fact that they

have any bounties on them… Klein mumbled

five intruders suddenly scattered as they came before different customers, bent their backs slightly, and looked at them before asking, “Where

answer when they saw the black muzzle pointed at them, along with the handle made of ivory and ebony which exuded a strange sense

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

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

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 me honestly. Where is

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

questioner was a seemingly radical man in his

“You can ask anyone here. All of them heard

man shoved Deniel angrily as he turned to

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

saw that it was the customer who had just requested to purchase a fake

bunch of military hyenas!” Deniel first

He didn’t wish for anything to happen to this

helping the innocent was also a habit

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

Loen military, it

the second floor rushed

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

scalped ticket paid off. He

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

way too simple, isn’t it? Before I return to Backlund, I need to make

and relaxed, prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow,

moment, he heard knocking

Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, wore his clothes

One of them looked Loenese, while the rest were either

matter?”

some identification,” a mixed-blood said politely since

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 said,

in the inn can vouch for me,”

revealed a smile and said, “Have you

an elder who was abnormally thin with white messy hair. Apart from that, nothing

Klein shook

sweets,”

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

when I was in the Seaweed Bar, I saw a man