Lord of the Mysteries

When he heard the illusory pleas, Klein was attending a banquet at Portland Moment’s place due to the time difference.

The banquet began from half-past seven, and it continued all the way to half-past nine, and even ten. This was because the appetizers, soup, side dishes, main dishes, staple food, vegetables, fruits, and desserts had numbered a total of ten to twenty dishes. The footmen would serve the dishes one after the other, removing and changing dishes in unison to prevent the dining table from turning chaotic, and also providing an interval between the dishes in order to allow the guests to chat. Gentlemen would take the initiative to talk to the ladies to their right.

In short, it’s rather troublesome and exhausting. I even have to take note of which dish matches with which alcohol… However, it’s quite tasty… Taking the opportunity when the roasted lamb was being switched out, he said to Ma’am Willis to his right, “My apologies. I’ll need to use the washroom.”

He got up, pressing his right hand to his chest and bending over slightly as a gesture. Then, he left the dining hall and headed for one of the washrooms on the second story.

Upon entering, he locked the door and immediately took four steps counterclockwise to head above the gray fog.

…Mr. Hanged Man’s prayer. He wishes for me to help him in gaining the goodwill of an Obninsk, and he’s willing to find 15 pages of Roselle’s diary, or help me do something of equal value… His progress isn’t slow… Klein sat at The Fool’s seat as he emanated his spirituality and touched the constantly burgeoning and contracting crimson star.

After pondering for a few seconds, he said, “Investigate all Feysac captains who participated in the Konotop sea battle in 1338.”

As a historian, Klein immediately knew which sea battle it was when he learned that the Interrogator had died at the hands of a Feysacian in 1338.

In 1338, the relationship between Loen and Feysac was tense with occasional conflicts. However, there was only one battle that resulted in the death of someone that was at the level of a commander. It was a sea battle that happened in East Balam’s Konotop.

And on a Feysacian fleet, there were definitely not many captains!

…

In the deep, dark waters, Alger Wilson saw the endless grayish-white fog and heard Mr. Fool’s answer.

Investigate all the captains from the Feysac Empire that were involved in the Konotop sea battle in 1338… Why would Mr. Fool pay attention to such a trivial figure? Is there some immense secret hidden in this matter? Alger’s heart stirred. Without any hesitation, he directly agreed.

“Your wish is my wish.”

Such a mission was difficult and very complicated for him, but it wasn’t dangerous. It was something that the present him could accept.

After the response, Alger heard Mr. Fool’s deep voice once again:

“You can return to the target’s vicinity.”

That’s it? As expected of Mr. Fool! After he obtained the authority, “He” is more like a Sea God than Kalvetua. His might isn’t limited to the Rorsted Archipelago! Alger was delighted as he thanked The Fool solemnly. Then, bending his back and kicking his legs, he turned to head down, diving into the depths once more.

beside the undersea volcano and saw a turbulent flow in the gigantic dark cave

Alger trusted Mr. Fool in being sufficiently powerful and terrifying, an awakening ancient god,

that the Obninsk’s flailing of its countless tentacles was a sign

the gray fog, The Sea God Scepter-wielding Klein

to communicate with Sea God, and it even hates the feeling, making it unwilling to show its goodwill…” he muttered under his breath,

the surrounding waters through the prayee

the Obninsk strongly resisted Beyonder powers that promoted an affinity

thick tentacles thrashing about, and he vaguely sensed that the target was infuriated. It was trying to rip apart all living beings that dared

Hanged Man has gone over… He’s going over… The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched

Sea God Scepter a little higher, allowing the blue gems at the tip light up one after another, emitting a bright, blinding

of that, he directed the violent aura of Lightning Storm over, casting

sea suddenly froze before falling down. They clung close to the seabed as countless green points

black body was massive and distorted. It had a total of three heads, and each head had

prostrated, appearing as obedient as a trained

affinity powers to make the Obninsk open the mouths of its three heads via

“caves,” each of

to Mr. Fool… Alger looked at the “magnificent” scene before him

waste any time, and he chose the

quickly appeared in Alger’s vision as the walls were made of flesh. The width was comparable to

the passage, heading right for the deep depths. Alger took the opportunity to let his

in combat amidst waves, groggy from

hold of himself, he had already left the tunnel of flesh. He was in a dark, spacious world,

Alger realized that the liquid inside was corroding him. He hurriedly produced a water membrane as he made it swell into a transparent

the Obninsk’s stomach. Without any hesitation, he took out all the bottles he had long prepared

bottle, they mixed into a dark blue liquid. Following that, Alger carefully threw in a “jellyfish”

wasn’t any ripples or bubbles. The

up the metal bottle before cleanly downing the Ocean Songster

as it brought about a numbness that slid down his gullet and into his

came from all life at sea, but the Obninsk’s body blocked most

Plop! Plop! Plop!

as it spewed blood outwards. His spirituality and

help it as he opened his mouth, letting out a loud

Body being ripped slightly. As the sound waves spread outwards, they first turned into mottled scales on his skin before pulling out long flesh tendrils that appeared like flailing

with his Spirit Body fragments, making contact with the sticky liquid within the Obninsk’s