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.

flow in the gigantic dark

Fool in being sufficiently powerful and terrifying, an awakening ancient god, he instinctively became cautious when he saw

its countless tentacles

above 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,

influence on the surrounding waters

Obninsk strongly resisted Beyonder powers

about, and he vaguely sensed that the target was infuriated. It was trying to rip apart all

over… The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched as

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

he directed the violent aura of Lightning Storm over,

tentacles that thrashed about at the bottom of the sea suddenly froze before falling down. They clung

a sailboat crawled out. Its patterned black body was massive and distorted. It had

then prostrated, appearing as

again used the Beyonder affinity powers to make the Obninsk open the

dark “caves,” each of them large enough to provide a sailboat passage

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

chose the middle head by

Alger’s vision as the walls were made of flesh. The width

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

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

had already left the tunnel of flesh. He

a second, Alger realized that the liquid inside was corroding him. He hurriedly

already inside the Obninsk’s stomach. Without any hesitation, he took out all the bottles he

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

grew in intensity before calming down. In the bottle, there wasn’t any ripples or bubbles. The liquid

the metal bottle before cleanly downing the

down his gullet and into his stomach. It then

all life at sea, but the Obninsk’s body blocked most of it, leaving a

Plop! Plop! Plop!

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

help it as he opened his mouth, letting out a

outwards, they first turned into mottled scales

making contact with the sticky liquid within the Obninsk’s stomach, and they magically bounced