Lord of the Mysteries

Cielf’s residence wasn’t messy and dirty like most bachelors. Things were placed neatly, and there wasn’t any dust on any surfaces. After all, as an Artisan, he didn’t lack money. Many of his actions simply had the necessity that secrets were kept, so it wasn’t convenient for him to hire a large number of fixed servants. Therefore, he had no choice but to hire help who were paid by the hour.

Scanning the area, Alger discovered nothing that was off from his previous visit. The furnishing was extremely simple without any expensive ornaments, oil paintings, or sculptures. It resembled the residence of an ordinary person.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Cielf definitely deserved the title of being a tycoon. He just didn’t care about putting on a so-called decent image. He was willing to spend hundreds of pounds for a bottle of limited-edition wine, or gift a mistress a house, but he would never waste a single pence on expensive carpets, porcelain, gold-inlaid cutlery, or paintings of famous artists.

“A cup of Sonia blood wine.” Alger’s expression remained unchanged, but his verbal and body language indicated that he was coming in simply to get a free cup of wine.

Cielf shrugged and said, “You should feel lucky. I don’t have the habit of keeping Lanti Proof.”

He walked to the tiny bar counter in the living room and took out a bottle of exquisite Sonia blood wine. He then overturned two cups.

Finding a sofa to sit down, Alger took the opportunity to raise his hand to massage his neck as though to relieve any discomfort in his neck.

Using the cover of this action, he naturally took a glance at his surroundings, quickly making an observation of all the spots where he hadn’t been able to see previously.

As Cielf couldn’t be bothered to decorate his residence much, Alger quickly completed his attempt as his gaze was fixed onto a glass window of a cupboard a distance away for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There were red-rimmed flowers, blood moon flowers, and monkey-faced tree leaves. Their common characteristic was that they were common in the Southern Continent, but they were practically not seen in the Northern Continent.

Alger retracted his gaze as he silently watched Cielf carry the bottle of wine and wine glasses over.

Reaching out to take the glass, he began idly chatting about the recent developments at sea until the small half-filled bottle of Sonia blood wine was finished.

Upon seeing this, Alger smiled and bade farewell before leaving.

Five minutes after he left, Cielf who had silently sat down to indulge in his tipsy experience suddenly stood up, walked to the staircase, and opened a wooden door that led to the cellar.

“Did he suspect anything?”

“No.”

“Regardless, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. You need to move away as soon as possible.”

“I still have certain commissions that I haven’t completed.”

“You don’t have to. It’s not like you will contact them again. You will receive a new life.”

“Alright.”

…

Two buildings away, Alger sat on a long bench in someone’s garden, cupping his right hand to his ear as he heard the conversation that came with the wind.

…

Balam, Behrens Harbor. Outside a seemingly

on to come here to request for a Language Comprehension

a self-deprecating and unfazed manner, “You shouldn’t

Danitz blurted out, cutting off his

shot him a glance and said, “The negative effects of your boxing glove might not be

more accurate description is that: be it me or the people from the Church of Knowledge, neither one of

one hand to clench his boxing glove and said, seemingly stumped, “But how should

to a clergyman of the Church of an orthodox god and mention something about

somewhat rash at the moment, but he was in no way

threw up his

the time to learn Dutanese, nor do you dare to hire a local interpreter. Therefore, all you could do was seek their help, hoping that you could receive a

that it’s not that you lack the ability to learn Dutanese, but that you just lack the

Danitz’s temples throbbed

you’re afraid of the tests,

original intent was to randomly use some words to conceal his discomfort,

it, there’s still something you’re afraid of… Danitz chortled inwardly

of an amalgamation of classrooms, and not a land of preaching

saw

man wasn’t wearing the clergyman robes of the Church of Knowledge, just his unique scholarly air convinced Danitz that he was

experienced similar

Danitz walked over

elder silently watched him approach before slowly saying,

“…”

questions like: “He knows me?” “How does he know

and asked, “You are here for

a blank look, suddenly having the feeling that he had zero secrets in

scholarly old gentleman nodded

heading to the places ruled by

Danitz continued

out four brass

used for two months.

“…”

with a blank look and after a few seconds, said, “That’s

It’s that simple?

supposed to

don’t want it?” the scholarly elder asked with a

that!” Danitz suddenly shook his head, and before his brain could react, he had already asked, “How do you know me? How do you know I want Language

few looks of pity in his eyes as he slowly

left the ship, rushing straight into the harbor. She had actually prepared a

he spoke, the man shook his head, the look in his eyes somewhat ambivalent. It was as though he was looking

her not to consider the problem of the