Lord of the Mysteries

Verdu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling an indescribable sense of fear.

He didn’t know what he was afraid of. There wasn’t any real danger; yet, a drop of unknown liquid falling from above was enough to chill his spine and tighten his pores.

Perhaps it was because the environment was too eerie and silent, or perhaps it was because of the identity and unknown origins of the liquid… Verdu cautiously moved two steps outside and patiently observed.

In the next few minutes, nothing abnormal happened. No more liquid fell from above.

This made Verdu suspect that it was only a bird passing by. There was a freshwater fish from the island’s streams or a sea fish in its mouth and a slightly sticky liquid dripped from its surface.

He calmed himself and then checked on the ruins of the telegraph office.

Ten minutes later, Verdu confirmed that there were only traces of blood and simple murals that were related to mysticism. It was worth researching.

He didn’t rashly extract samples of the blood-colored soil or make copies of the strange mural. Instead, he took out a pure dreamy crystal ball from his pocket.

As an Astrologer, he naturally had to use his best techniques to confirm if he should take action.

Holding the crystal ball in his left hand, his right hand touched the top of the crystal ball as Verdu entered the state of an Astrologer.

In the next second, the crystal ball shone brightly.

Bang!

It exploded and scattered shards in every direction.

“…” Verdu’s gaze froze. He stood rooted to the ground, completely ignoring the pain brought to him by the shards piercing into his body.

“It exploded… it actually exploded…” he muttered to himself in disbelief.

The crystal ball shards that stabbed into his body didn’t seem to break through the classic robe. At that moment, they fell without any blood on them.

Of course, there were a few shards left on Verdu’s jaw and face, peppering them with small wounds.

“Who is it?” Verdu suddenly came to his senses and turned to face another direction.

In the ruins opposite him, a figure walked out. It was the woman in scantily-clad clothes from the pirate ship.

She had hidden herself very well and wasn’t discovered by Verdu. However, the explosion from the crystal ball gave her a fright and made her react excessively, causing her to fail to maintain her hidden state.

Verdu’s injured face immediately twisted.

“Why are you here?”

The lady curled her lips and put on an indifferent attitude.

“This is Bansy Harbor, not your home. Why can’t I be here?

“I felt bored and came down to take a stroll, hoping to pick up some jewelry from the ruins. Is there any problem with that?”

She retorted with a few questions without any intention of distancing herself from Verdu.

prepared beforehand and treated his facial and chin injuries. He then pulled out the

to remain in

that, Verdu pulled on an accessory

door-shaped symbol formed from three rubies,

the long robe tightened, accentuating the

about to be crushed, his figure gradually

the coastal mountain outside

mountain had collapsed and turned

used to worship the God of Weather. It was also the main

that the Bansy telegraph office was hiding an unknown danger, Verdu didn’t dare to continue exploring the area or search for mysticism materials. He could only forcefully move to

this allowed him to escape the

soon as Wilder’s figure appeared, he bent down and took a deep breath. It was as if he had finally recovered from his suffocating

Verdu felt a sharp pain in his right rib, as if a

endured the pain and walked a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead, arriving at the altar marked on

the altar had been destroyed. There was only a glassified, slightly-charred

being engulfed in fire and lightning

Verdu Abraham surveyed the area, he raised his right hand and waved

of the gravel was “pushed” away

to replace the need for manual

flew, Verdu saw the charred ground. There were a few parts left in some areas that had extremely incomplete patterns, drawings,

Woo!

wind grew more intense as it resonated in Verdu’s ears, causing him to look up in

had somehow turned into a hurricane. It even “pushed” him into a state of staggering

clouds gathered in the sky, as if a storm was

was a “Weather Museum,” he had never

suspected that his “Wind Trick” had triggered a storm, or perhaps it had caused some

forehead break out

the rubble in front of him fly up, revealing a boulder that

deep cracks, giving off a feeling that it would shatter once

had calmed down, but the heavy rain

be scared off just like that, he mustered up his courage and approached the boulder covered in charred black

a magnifying glass that was engraved with strange patterns, and he seriously

put away the magnifying

that there was nothing wrong with the

suddenly saw that at the interface of the boulder’s bottom and the earth, bright redness

redness gradually expanded, like

huge area. It was

telegraph office’s ruins instantly flashed across Verdu’s mind.

turned dry as he instinctively thought that this wasn’t a good

raised his right hand and created another gust of wind, causing quite a number of miniature rocks

here any longer. He forced himself to

time, another one of his ribs fractured again, causing him to almost faint from the

suffocation caused by the tightening, Verdu felt like

to recover and cast

also in ruins.

the ruins of Bansy, there was an

but it was the only thing that remained intact

find anything special about the wooden door, so he got his subordinate to carry