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.

that he had prepared beforehand and treated his facial and chin injuries. He then pulled out the crystal ball shards and

blood to remain in such a strange

on an accessory on

symbol formed from three rubies,

tightened, accentuating the flesh on

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

the coastal

mountain had collapsed and

where the Bansy residents used to worship the God of Weather. It was also the main target of the

ball exploded to warn him 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 the next

allowed him to escape

bent down and took a deep breath. It was

the same time, Verdu felt a sharp pain in his right rib, as if a bone had

several deep breaths, he endured the pain and walked a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead, arriving

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

traces of being engulfed in fire and lightning to

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

small portion of the gravel was “pushed” away from the

a Trickmaster’s Wind Trick. Verdu used it to replace the need for manual labor to fully

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

Woo!

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

wind that could only blow small gravel had somehow turned into a hurricane. It even “pushed” him into a state

in the sky, as if

was a “Weather Museum,” he had never

triggered a storm, or perhaps it had caused some changes to the cleared ruins of

his forehead break out

rubble in front of

crisscrossed with deep cracks, giving

calmed down, but the heavy

and couldn’t afford to be scared off just like that, he

glass that was engraved with strange patterns, and he seriously checked

later, Verdu put away the magnifying glass, a mystical item, and sighed in

already confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the boulder.

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

bright redness gradually expanded, like blood flowing

spread into a huge area. It was limited to

telegraph office’s ruins instantly flashed across Verdu’s mind. His scalp couldn’t help but

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

number of miniature rocks to roll over to fill the bottom of the

didn’t stay here any longer. He forced himself to activate “Teleportation” again and headed for his final

another one of his ribs fractured again, causing

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

seconds to recover and cast

ruins. A

to a pirate who had once explored the ruins of Bansy, there was

was the only thing that remained intact in

door, so he got his subordinate