Lord of the Mysteries

Upon seeing the messenger disappear, Klein thought of the demigods he could contact on short notice, but he realized that there weren’t any. All he could do was turn his attention onto what he should do next.

The city-wide broadcast must’ve made Sea King Jahn Kottman not only find Helmosuin, but he would also do his best to search for Sea God and the traces of his believers. It’s easy to be detected if I leave in the middle of the night, so I can only choose to stay here until daybreak…

I can’t take that ship tomorrow. If I encounter an attack midway, I might affect everyone on the ship. Furthermore, it’s not discreet enough.

Hmm… I can summon an undersea creature and leave by riding it. I can rest and switch rides on the deserted islands and reefs we encounter along the way until I arrive at the next port… Since Orange Light said that the unique trait can only be detected at close distances, it still won’t exceed the size of a city, even if the Mother Tree of Desire tries to expand her perception range to find me via a ritual or her believers. It might even be limited to the size of a particular street. This is also why I encountered a trap when I arrived in Oravi.

As long as I leave Bayam, I should be able to escape from their gaze…

While Klein’s thoughts gradually turned clear, he suddenly heard a signal from the radio transceiver!

He hurriedly went over and quickly jotted it down. Then, with the codebook, he transcribed the corresponding words into a single sentence.

Before long, the telegram’s content appeared on paper in jet black.

“I see you.”

I see you… When Klein read those words, he felt a chill run through his heart.

…

Bayam, in an ordinary residence not far from the governor-general’s office.

In a spacious basement, there were candles silently burning, scattering their dim glow around the surroundings.

Silver Coin Viper Oder had already taken off his hooded robe. He looked at the middle-aged man opposite him as he trembled. He said with a quivering voice, “Lord Senor, I don’t know know how Helmosuin’s real hiding place was known by others as well.”

Senor wore an old triangular hat. His eye sockets were recessed, and his face was shockingly pale. He looked more like an evil spirit than a human. He raised his hand to stroke the two black mustaches above his lips as his light brown eyes coldly swept across Oder’s face. In response, the well-known adventurer couldn’t help but lower his head.

After observing him for a few seconds, Admiral of Blood, in his white trousers and red coat, said with a deep voice, “Less than three minutes after that telegram was sent, it was spread across the entire city. And the message spread was part of the telegram.

“I suspect that another faction has begun paying notice to radio transmissions, and they had obtained our codebook from Old Quinn.”

be the case!” Oder hurriedly echoed, hoping that Admiral of Blood wouldn’t pin the

very well that this pirate admiral was cruel to

gaze

“Regardless, you failed.

giving me plenty of joy, I would’ve gotten you to dig out

see him. Let him spend the night

at Admiral of Blood in trepidation and the bloody altar behind him before reverently

felt that he would’ve become part of the sacrificial items just

to look at the altar covered with human heads, organs, limbs, and blood. He said in a manner even more reverent than how Oder treated him, “Lord Shanks, has

that’s left is to wait for God to respond.” A cold, unfeeling voice sounded from the

they rolled up on both sides, smoothly forming

by the side of the altar at some point in time. His skin was slightly brown, and his wrinkles formed

his gaze at the

word as he stood beside Lord Shanks, awaiting for any

was dyed with all kinds of colors. Each color seemed to correspond to the different desires

heads, organs, limbs, and blood on the altar moved by themselves as they stacked

long, they formed a Tree of Flesh and Blood that wasn’t too tall. Its surface was uneven, resembling

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Blood seemed to have a

din, the Tree of Flesh and Blood instantly withered, rotting into slosh

tiny, flesh-colored, moist, sticky

and a head, turning into a palm-sized

eyes, nose, or ears, other

before converging back in. It repeated several

Shanks devoutly and passionately chanted the name “Mother Tree of Desire,” and reached out to

but to a Wraith who had night vision, this didn’t

observed Shanks and heard this important person say in a deep voice, “We’ve prepared for a long time for this ritual, and god’s grace can help us sense the existence of

use the glasses made by the Life School

his inner pocket. It didn’t look any different from a normal monocle,

what should we do next?” Senor asked

for a few seconds and said,