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.

beforehand and treated his facial and chin injuries. He

didn’t want his blood to remain in such

on an

was a door-shaped symbol formed from

robe tightened, accentuating

bones were about to be crushed,

he “Teleported” to the coastal mountain outside

collapsed and turned into

what Verdu knew, this was once the place where the Bansy residents used to worship the God

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

to escape

and took a deep breath. It was as if he had finally recovered

a sharp pain in his right rib,

few steps forward with sweat on his forehead, arriving at the

doubt, the altar had been destroyed. There was only a glassified,

gravel had traces of being engulfed in fire and

surveyed the area, he raised his right

gravel was “pushed” away

to replace the need for manual

ground. There were a few parts left in some areas that

Woo!

sound of the wind grew more intense as it resonated in Verdu’s ears, causing him

only blow small gravel had somehow turned into a hurricane. It

gathered in the sky, as if a

heard that Bansy was a “Weather Museum,” he had never thought that

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

guess made his forehead break out into

storm raged, Verdu saw the rubble in front of him fly up, revealing

cracks, giving off a

down, but the heavy rain

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

was engraved with strange patterns, and he seriously

away the magnifying glass, a mystical item, and sighed in regret and

with the boulder. It didn’t involve anything

that at the interface of the boulder’s

bright redness gradually expanded, like blood

spread into a huge area. It was limited to a very small

the telegraph office’s ruins instantly

turned dry as he instinctively thought

a number of miniature rocks to roll over to fill the bottom of the boulder completely, covering up the bright redness that

longer. He forced himself to activate “Teleportation” again and headed

fractured again,

addition to the suffocation caused by the tightening, Verdu felt like he was hovering around

took several seconds to recover and

also in ruins. A collapsed house

had once explored the ruins of Bansy,

door, but it was the only thing that remained intact in

door, so he got his subordinate to carry it in