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

an awakening ancient god, he instinctively became cautious

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

the gray fog, The

God, and it even hates the feeling, making it unwilling to

surrounding waters through

Obninsk strongly resisted Beyonder powers

could see the thick tentacles thrashing about, and he vaguely sensed that the target

over… He’s going over… The corners of

allowing the blue gems at the tip light up

heels of that, he directed the violent aura of

thrashed about at the bottom of the sea suddenly froze before falling down. They clung close to the seabed as countless green points of lights

jarring 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

prostrated, appearing as obedient as

once again used the Beyonder affinity powers to make the Obninsk open the mouths of its three heads via

instantly see three dark “caves,” each of them large

Mr. Fool… Alger looked at the “magnificent” scene before him as he couldn’t

didn’t waste any time, and he chose the middle head by quickly swimming towards

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

deep depths.

back as a Sailor, engaging in combat amidst waves, groggy from being tossed around. It couldn’t

a hold of himself, he had already left the tunnel of flesh. He was in a dark, spacious world, with a sticky sensation by his feet. There was a

second, Alger realized that the liquid inside was corroding him. He hurriedly produced a water membrane as he

he took out all the bottles

ingredients were thrown into the wide-mouthed metal bottle, they mixed into a dark blue

ethereal singing grew in intensity before calming down. In the bottle, there wasn’t any ripples or bubbles. The liquid was dark, just like

Cogitation, and picked up the metal bottle before cleanly downing the Ocean Songster

a numbness that slid down his gullet and into his stomach. It then spread throughout his body cells

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

Plop! Plop! Plop!

outwards. His spirituality and

it as he opened his mouth, letting out a loud

waves spread outwards, they first

with the sticky