Lord of the Mysteries

Early morning, 160 Böklund Street.

After Klein got out of bed and washed up, he didn’t rush to leave the bathroom. He took four steps counterclockwise and headed above the gray fog.

He then conjured The World Gehrman Sparrow and made the fake person pray piously:

“Honorable Mr. Fool, please pass on the message to Danitz:

“I need him to provide me information on West Balam. It’s best if he includes his social connections.

“Also, get him to be careful of the Church of Evernight for the time being.”

…

Above the Golden Dream, Danitz, who saw the sun earlier than Backlund, was holding a cup of malt beer as he sat in the shadows, hiding away from the vile sunlight.

Lessons will begin in another fifteen minutes. Captain said that a treasure hunter must have a sufficiently good grasp of mathematics… Sigh, this is really such a headache, but it’s also something to look forward to. Dogsh*t! Danitz placed one hand on his knee as he downed a mouthful of beer.

At this moment, the gray fog emanated in front of him. The blurry figure that looked down from above appeared as Danitz’s ears resounded with Gehrman Sparrow’s voice.

Information on West Balam? Although we’ve been there to search for lost ancient treasure and got to know a few tribal natives, that is pretty much it. There won’t be much that I can tell him about… This is so troublesome. I’ll have to do all sorts of work again. Why does Gehrman Sparrow get involved in so many things!? Danitz silently grumbled as he vigilantly glanced to his sides, afraid that the madman would suddenly appear.

He drew a breath upon considering how he wanted to become stronger. He didn’t wish to be of no help when his captain met with danger, having to shamefully hide at the back. Danitz slapped his face a few times with his free hand before standing up.

He immediately left the shadows and found Iron Skin and Bucket. He asked them in detail about West Balam’s situation and who he should ask for the various matters, only to obtain a unanimous answer: “Captain Edwina Edwards, or Anderson Hood who previously joined our bonfire on the ship.”

Will she be suspicious if I directly ask Captain, making her believe that I have a secret and am secretly working for someone else… But, I’ve no idea where that fellow, Anderson, has gone to. Dogsh*t! Danitz fell into a dilemma as he couldn’t help but think about something else, recalling Gehrman Sparrow’s last words:

“Be careful of the Church of Evernight!”

Danitz wasn’t a fool. He knew that a matter that the crazy adventurer emphasized was something important. It also meant that he believed that he had a high chance of being an important target of the Church of Evernight! He would be wildly pursued by the Red Gloves!

Apart from the Church of Evernight, the Church of Storms, and the military are targeting me as well. It’s said that they have each sent a squad… Danitz thought as his heart palpitated.

soon revealed a puzzled and bitter look as he muttered to

…

above the gray fog and returned to

up from his afternoon nap, with Richardson’s help, he changed into a formal suit for an

on the carriage wall as

Dwayne Dantès. He believed that it was best if he didn’t change his former persona. Therefore, he couldn’t change the frequency of his trips to

saunter into the cathedral as though nothing had happened… I’ll have to thank Emperor Roselle for not plagiarizing criminal psychology. He didn’t point out that intelligent criminals often return to their crime scene to admire their work and the helpless

his throat, he glanced at his valet and asked, seemingly casually, “What is your deepest impression

why. After some thought, he said, “East Balam is safer. West Balam is

simple answer, Richardson turned to look at his employer, only to see Dwayne Dantès with his eyes half-closed as though he

and deliberated over his

like the Goddess, Lord of Storms, and the Eternal

as the number of believers increased, that special status was quickly removed. The people

regards to this point. The

father of mine occasionally mentions after he’s

his valet’s recount, nor

Klein first took in the sight of the white flying pigeons before entering the prayer hall. He took off his hat and handed it

watched the stars and the Dark Sacred Emblem as unease, embarrassment,

guessed correctly, ever since he made contact with the holy sword and made a vow, the Goddess had likely taken notice

Hmm, I’ll probe first… Klein clasped his hands and

got up, walked to the donation box, took out fifty pounds, and piously threw

the confessional

which were big wooden crates with two doors, the modern confessional was an independent spacious compartment. The confessor and the listening bishop were

with his mellow voice, “Do you have something you would like

and tapped his

“Praise the Lady.

ago, the military came to me, wishing that I can sell a batch of

though he was alarmed by the arms dealing. He was momentarily unsure as

confessional instantly ended up being wrapped

from that? Have you never encountered a confessor as frank as me? If I were to say that I’m currently plotting the murder of a demigod while hiding from the Mother Tree of Desire and the True Creator, wouldn’t you be jumping up? Klein lampooned as he continued, “I did enjoy the adventurer’s life when I was young. I obtained my wealth through metal, blood, and fire. But I’m already sick of that life. I only wish for a peaceful