Lord of the Mysteries

With the pressure relieved, Klein casually pulled a chair over and placed it by the door, sitting opposite King of the Five Seas Nast with the entire hall separating them.

Although the Pirate King was more than 1.9 meters tall and was sitting on a black platform, allowing him to look down in a domineering manner, Klein didn’t play second fiddle in this encounter. He wore his tall top hat again.

After a brief silence, Nast, who had the official title of Earl of White Maple, said with a solemn tone, “Give me a reason why I should answer your question.”

Klein’s thin body casually leaned back as he said, “You will not need to hear the same request when you have something you need to trade with me in the future.”

The dark red light flickered in Nast’s black eyes as he said, “I basically know all the saints active in this world, but that doesn’t include you.”

Klein caressed the feathered mask on his face and laughed. Without answering, he asked in return, “Have you met Zaratul?”

“I’ve met ‘Him’ twice in Emperor Roselle’s palace. I’d also interacted with quite a number of Secret Order members,” Nast replied with a calm and direct but extremely domineering tone.

Quite a number of Secret Order members… You should introduce me to them when the opportunity arises… Klein couldn’t help but quip.

He then smiled and said, “I’ve also met Zaratul.”

Nast raised his hand to stroke his short black beard. His already tall figure seemed to burgeon, making the mood in the captain’s cabin even gloomier and repressed.

After a few seconds, he stared at Klein from above and said, “My impression of Emperor Roselle is very simple:

“No one is more suitable than ‘Him’ to be the Black Emperor.”

He didn’t explain what “Black Emperor” meant or pointed to, ignoring if the demigod opposite him understood or not.

Is that so… From this King of the Five Seas’s words, although the emperor’s diary implied that he made up his mind only in his later years to switch to the Black Emperor pathway and make preparations, he had long had such inclinations. He had unconsciously exhibited it and set up the situation ahead of time… Klein thought in enlightenment.

He believed that Nast’s impression of Emperor Roselle was limited to that. After all, they had only met a few times. Hence, he switched topics.

“In the emperor’s later years, did ‘He’ get you or your father to do something secret?”

Nast’s crown shook a little as he replied, “Someone had once asked me the same question.”

Klein laughed and asked with a bold guess, “Bernadette?”

“Yes.” Nast held the two sides of his black throne with his hands. “Back then, she was very young and immature to ask such a question. With Emperor Roselle’s level in his later years, compared to handing something secret to me and my father, what could be kept more secret than doing it ‘Himself?”

then… Klein sighed and said, “To people who are concerned about this, one wouldn’t abandon even the slightest sliver

why he wished to meet the King of

real world. Apart from confirming who the third transmigrator was, he had to delve deep into Emperor Roselle’s matters. This was a

red glow in Nast’s

your relationship with

with a sigh, “We can be considered old

above that mysterious door of light, and the cocoons they were in were neighbors with

had long treated the emperor as a

the thin demigod who sat by the door before he retracted his gaze and solemnly said, “Any more

tone, “Do you feel that there was anything abnormal about Emperor Roselle in his

silent for quite a while before saying, “I don’t know enough about ‘Him,’ so I wasn’t able

facing west. He would stare into the distance. This would happen

the distance… the Fog Sea?” Klein seemed to mutter to himself as though seeking

had mentioned of a mysterious primitive island, and he recalled the Abyss

said, “That was my guess as

stood up and said, “I’m done with my questions. Please pardon me

fulfilling

two seconds and said, “Help me find the Card of Blasphemy that corresponds to the

instant, Klein suspected that the Pirate King was testing him, but he immediately felt that an unknown demigod had little to do with the Black Emperor

I’ll trade you for the information inside

iron-black throne and said in a deadpan manner,

again, bowed, and turned to leave before returning to the

Horror Viscount Bird Mustang and company’s gaze, he raised his

feather mask on his face spread out. In just two or three seconds, his entire person became an ordinary red-headed sea

the dark storm, vanishing from the sights of the pirates of the

a demigod… Bird Mustang looked into midair and

Beyonders to fail their advancement, the title of being a demigod remained attractive. As long as one successfully took the step, they could attain godhood, allowing their life

control over the red-headed sea eagle, allowing it to plunge

moment, the passengers on board felt

forward. Yet,

continued for a while before it finally ended,

Emperor passed the liner and steered into

the reality of the

Black Emperor was gone! It hadn’t