Lord of the Mysteries

Based on his experience from watching many detective animations, Klein believed that someone who wore a scarf to conceal his face and hid his physical characteristics with an overcoat was likely problematic. He probably hid an unspeakable secret, especially when it wasn’t winter yet and the temperature in the Berserk Sea couldn’t be considered cold.

However, this has nothing to do with me. Even if a locked-room murder mystery happens, the one having a headache would be the Captain… I should head above the gray fog later to do a divination and see if this trip will be smooth… Klein didn’t mind the matter, but he still thought about it conscientiously.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the Desi roasted fish that was being served by the waiter.

After having dinner, he returned to his cabin and completed a divination above the gray fog. He obtained the conclusion that there wouldn’t be drastic changes to the environment he was in and that everything would happen smoothly.

This allowed Klein to fall asleep peacefully without relying on Cogitation as he slept till daybreak.

With a whistle from the steam engine, the liner began moving and departing Halman Harbor.

The harbor could still be vaguely seen as Klein saw a figure there.

The figure wore a white shirt and a dark blue coat. He had a rather high nose, deeply recessed eyes, light blue eyes, and brown curly hair. His face was rather cut and his chin was slightly raised. He gave off a supercilious look.

With a sweep of his gaze, he quickly locked onto the liner which Klein was on.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened as though a door leading into the pitch-black land of illusions had formed.

A deafening typhoon stirred up from the seabed, surging upwards with massive amounts of blue mass. Dark lightning flashed like rifts in the void. They kept appearing and kept healing themselves until they disappeared.

This completely blocked the vision of those on the liner and at the harbor, putting them in two seemingly different worlds.

The Berserk Sea had once again shown its horror.

The liner failed to avoid or resist, and it could only continue cruising forward along the safe sea route that had relatively weaker storms.

What a coincidence… This likely isn’t a coincidence… Standing behind the window of his cabin, Klein first sighed inwardly before coming to the conclusion that this sudden anomaly in the Berserk Sea was due to unnatural reasons.

Although it was common for the weather in the Berserk Sea to change suddenly without notice, to actually change at a particular point in time still left one suspicious.

The man at the dock is tracking the suspicious tourist from last night? And that tourist decided to change the weather upon realizing that he had been exposed, doing so that he can force the liner to leave? Klein made a guess when he made the connection.

And if that really were the case, it means that the suspicious passenger who hid his face with a scarf might very well be a demigod or someone who carried a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact!

After all, with Klein’s present strength and items, it was impossible for him to trigger such a weather anomaly without the use of Sea God Scepter.

Of course, he also had other means like throwing out Azik’s copper whistle to see if he could cause the entire Berserk Sea to go berserk.

want to be a normal tycoon that’s heading to the Southern Continent. Why would I encounter a pursuit at the level of demigods… Sigh, I’m under too much stress that my Sequence doesn’t deserve… Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh and finally

of the tourists wore calm looks as though they were very accustomed to such conditions. Only a few people who were on

gales and lightning gradually calmed

spiritual perception trigger. He

was a white radiant flame flying over at high speeds from

size and became increasingly clearer until it revealed its complete form. It was a gigantic flaming

bow of the liner’s deck. However, it didn’t ignite anything. It burnt through half a

blue eyes. He was none other than the man who had previously

the area and walked

heaved a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the person wasn’t here for

a demigod… Now, the only issue is that they do not come to blows. Even if the conflict cannot be helped, it’s best they go to a neighboring sea to fight. Otherwise, there’s no way this ship can withstand it… I can Teleport away quite successfully, but all these tourists… I’ll only be able to save a few… Klein habitually drew the

cabin, slamming heavily onto the deck. It was none other than the suspicious tourist

his face. The tip of his nose was red and he had a thick beard around his mouth with

nearly triangular eyes were filled with horror. He held his hands to the deck as he kept

the cabin’s entrance, the middle-aged man with the high nose and blue eyes slowly walked out. He spoke in Intis with a

suspicious tourist shook

100 pounds to take this ship to the Southern Continent before

with his penetrating glare that seemed to tear through his

as his body convulsed. He once again stammered his explanation, but

gaze before his body burst into

a gigantic flaming spear and shot towards the region

into the distance,

at the very beginning, the demigod didn’t take a second look at the surroundings tourists. It was

the ship, then using certain means to control the weather; thus, creating proof that he’s on the ship, but in actual fact, he had been at the harbor the entire time. Once the enemy

him suspect if the pursuee was once a Conspirer, Magician, or other Beyonder that

person who transformed into a burning-white spear, his arrogance, detestable nature, and his usage of the Intis language had made Klein believe that he was probably

no idea why there was a conflict… Klein shook his

tourists finally snapped to their senses as they discussed the supernatural phenomenon they

into a flame, and the flame

the liner continued cruising forward on the safe sea route.

afraid that

out his gold pocket watch and opened it to determine the time to head to the

himself as he looked

harbor were heading for the dock

Klein’s gaze suddenly stopped on a

golden sideburns. His lips were tightly pursed and