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.

a natural air of dominance. It

They didn’t hide the fact that they were holding revolvers, and that they would instantly aim and shoot if there was any slight

list or have any bounties on them… Klein mumbled to himself as he

their backs slightly, and looked at them before asking, “Where is Silver Coin Viper

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

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

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 he saw the intruders send four people up to the second floor. One was left behind

latter grasped the 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

requested for ten tickets that are to be distributed across

The questioner was a seemingly radical man in his

ask anyone here. All of

man shoved Deniel angrily as he turned to walk

onto the side of a tiny circular table when

subconsciously looked over and saw that it was the customer who

of military hyenas!” Deniel first thanked him before

wish for anything to happen to this “ticket scalper;” after all, he had paid a deposit

course, helping the innocent was also a habit of

MI9… What did Silver Coin Viper

Loen military,

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

usual din, but the still gently wobbling main door proved that it wasn’t

paid off. He didn’t need to

he left the Seaweed Bar, and he returned

to Backlund, I need to make a more realistic identification document. Klein flipped

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

he heard knocking at the

his bathrobe, wore his clothes and pants, and walked

black. One of them looked Loenese, while the rest

the matter?” Klein asked,

politely since

or I’d have to flee on the spot, change my looks, and redo

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

inn can vouch for me,” Klein

revealed a smile and said, “Have you

portrait. On it was an elder who was abnormally

shook

sweets,”

behind Silver Coin Viper Oder. He had been eating plenty of coffee-colored sweets in a

when I was in the Seaweed