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.

out the medicine and medical alcohol that he had prepared beforehand and treated his facial and chin injuries. He then pulled out the

didn’t want his blood to remain in such

an

symbol formed from three

long robe tightened, accentuating the flesh on

Verdu’s bones were about to be crushed, his figure gradually faded

he “Teleported” to the

mountain had collapsed and

residents used to worship the God of Weather. It was

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

allowed him to escape the

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

in his right rib, as if a

pain and walked a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead, arriving

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

of being engulfed

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

a small portion of the gravel was “pushed” away from the spot, revealing the ground beneath

Trick. Verdu used it to replace the need for manual labor to

There were a few parts left in some areas that had extremely incomplete patterns, drawings,

Woo!

of the wind grew more intense as it resonated in

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

in the sky, as if a storm was

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

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

guess made his forehead break out into a

in front of him fly up, revealing

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

down, but the

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

magnifying glass that was engraved with strange patterns, and he seriously checked the state of the

minutes later, Verdu put away the magnifying

was nothing wrong with the boulder. It didn’t involve

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

expanded,

into a huge area. It was limited to a very

blood-red figures in the telegraph office’s ruins instantly flashed across

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

of wind, causing quite a number of miniature rocks to roll over to fill the bottom of the boulder completely, covering

here any longer. He forced himself to activate “Teleportation” again and headed for his

again, causing him to

suffocation caused by the tightening, Verdu felt like he was hovering around the edge of

took several seconds to recover and cast his gaze

place was also in ruins.

explored the ruins

ordinary wooden door, but it was the only

his subordinate