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.”

echoed, hoping that Admiral

that this pirate admiral was cruel to

gaze at Oder

“Regardless, you failed.

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

a telegram. Tell that listener who might or might not exist that I can see him. Let him spend the night in horror and unease. This is

sigh of relief. He glanced at Admiral of Blood in trepidation and the bloody altar behind him before

become part of the

limbs, and blood. He said in a manner even more reverent than how Oder treated him, “Lord Shanks,

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

the curtains seemed to possess life as they rolled up on both sides, smoothly forming a knot before

altar at some point in time. His skin was slightly brown, and his wrinkles formed deep crevices. His white, thinned hair was like leaves in autumn, as though they had lived for many,

fixated his gaze at the candlelight with his

word as he stood beside Lord Shanks, awaiting

the candle’s flame was dyed with all kinds of colors. Each color seemed to correspond to the

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

Blood that wasn’t too

Plop! Plop! Plop!

interior of the Tree of Flesh and Blood seemed to have a heart beating forcefully with

to succumb to the din, the Tree of Flesh and Blood

a tiny, flesh-colored, moist,

ball grew four limbs and

nose, or ears, other than a

its mouth, grayish-white fog spewed out before converging back in. It repeated several times without

“Mother Tree

extinguished, but to a Wraith who

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

we can use the glasses made by the Life School of Thought to

didn’t look any different from a normal

Shanks, what should we do next?” Senor asked

a few seconds and