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.

saw a turbulent flow in the gigantic dark cave as the tentacles were flailing and had

Alger trusted Mr. Fool in being sufficiently powerful and terrifying, an awakening ancient god, he instinctively became cautious when he saw that scene. He carefully

that the Obninsk’s flailing of its countless tentacles

above the gray fog, The Sea God Scepter-wielding

feeling, making it unwilling to show its goodwill…” he

the surrounding waters through the prayee

resisted Beyonder

he vaguely sensed that the target was infuriated. It was trying to rip apart all living beings that

over… The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as

the Sea God Scepter a little higher, allowing the blue gems at the tip light

directed the violent aura of Lightning Storm over, casting it on

the bottom of the sea suddenly froze before falling down. They

rumbling sound, a terrifying monster that could devour a sailboat crawled out. Its patterned black body was massive and distorted. It had a total of three heads, and each head had more than a dozen eyes. All of them were emitting a

monster then prostrated, appearing as obedient

the Beyonder affinity

dark “caves,” each of them large enough

at the “magnificent” scene before him as

time, and he chose

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

depths. Alger took the

as though he was back as a Sailor, engaging in combat amidst waves, groggy from being

of flesh. He was in a dark, spacious world, with a sticky sensation by his feet. There

corroding him. He hurriedly produced a

stomach. Without any hesitation, he took out all the bottles he had long

dark blue liquid. Following that,

and ethereal singing grew in intensity before calming down. In the bottle, there wasn’t any ripples or bubbles.

entered Cogitation, and picked up the metal

cold as it brought about a numbness that slid down his gullet and into his stomach. It then spread throughout his body cells at an

voices. They came from all life at sea, but the Obninsk’s body blocked

Plop! Plop! Plop!

as it spewed blood outwards. His spirituality and the sound waves began to

it as he opened his

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

with the sticky liquid within the Obninsk’s stomach, and they magically bounced back, infusing Alger’s body