Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1339 Behind the Door

Although the voice coming from the telegraph office wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, it was just a little intermittent. It lacked the obvious changes in tone. Normally, it wouldn’t strike terror in others, but Verdu’s heart suddenly erupted with a surge of fear.

It was like a bullet with flames shooting into an ammunition dump. It accurately hit a barrel of flammable gunpowder and ignited the fear that Verdu had accumulated and suppressed previously.

The horror that swept into every corner of his body was like a hand that grabbed Verdu’s heart and blanked out his brain. He turned around abruptly and ran frantically towards the remnant pier where the pirate ship was.

During this process, Verdu had completely forgotten to think. He didn’t remember wearing a classic robe that could “Teleport.” All he did was run through the ruins with his feet, occasionally tripping over random items and falling heavily to the ground. Sometimes, his face would turn purple from his tightening clothes, and he had no choice but to stop to catch his breath.

However, every time he composed himself a little, he would crawl up and continue running. He looked like he had lost his rationality and was acting purely on instinct.

Without the force he provided, the wooden door couldn’t maintain its balance. It slid down from the collapsed wall and fell to the floor covered with bricks.

The grayish-white fog and the shadowy houses disappeared.

After five minutes, Verdu ran back to the pier under the storm.

His eyes were wide open, filled with panic and confusion. He didn’t notice that there was a figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, quietly looking down at him.

This was the young man wearing a half top hat and a long black trench coat. He had a cold expression.

Verdu didn’t even think about it and immediately used the gangway to return to the pirate ship. He rushed into the cabin and rushed to the second floor before rushing into his room.

Bang!

He slammed the door shut and curled up on the small, narrow bed. He wrapped himself tightly with the blanket and shivered.

When another of his ribs fractured again, the excruciating pain struck him and he finally recovered from his horror. He realized that his limbs were sore and his body was hot. Every breath he took was like thunder.

He struggled with all his might, and finally, he took off his classic robe and fell back into the bed. He felt dizzy and nauseous. The air just felt insufficient.

Outside the cabin, the cold-looking man suddenly raised his hand. He took out a human-skinned glove and wore it on his left palm.

Suddenly, the man vanished into thin air and appeared in a corner of the ruins. He appeared beside the ordinary wooden door.

He bent down and raised the wooden door, allowing it to stand in front of the collapsed wall.

Right on the heels of that, the man in the black trench coat mimicked Verdu’s actions. He reached out for the handle and twisted it downwards.

Then, he pushed the wooden door forward and let it lean against the wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a grayish-white fog. He saw the faintly discernible streets and houses in the fog.

most eye-catching one was the Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office.

calm voice in the telegraph office asked through the

a

fell silent as though someone was

moment, Gehrman Sparrow turned his head to the other

deep end of the street, a figure walked over. He was wearing a straw hat and had a towel around his neck. He was bending over

approached, the outline of the object

wheels. It had a roof that

sat a lady wearing a waist-length dress with an

she and the driver were concealed by thick fog, making it difficult for

he barely managed to see a

carriage had a rotten face with pale-yellow pus flowing. In areas where the lady wasn’t covered by the fan and clothes, her skin was swollen with a

ring, a bell sounded. A blue train with two

this moment, Gehrman Sparrow realized that there was an iron-black track on

was a rather complicated metal frame that

glass window of the train, Gehrman Sparrow saw the

streets, but only their heads remained. Each head was dragging a

pupils dilated as he silently watched this scene

a step forward in an attempt to enter the blurry street beneath the

the fog blocked him. No matter what method he used, he couldn’t pass through

minutes later, Gehrman Sparrow stopped his attempts and closed the wooden door, eliminating the fog. Then, he dragged the wooden door and “Teleported”

the wooden door on the deck and reached out his left hand again to

from Gehrman Sparrow’s neck. His head seemed to be raised by an

didn’t change as he coldly raised his right hand and pressed it above his head, pressing his head

handle as though unaffected and pushed the wooden door open again, allowing it to lean against the

no grayish-white fog to be seen, nor were there any visible streets, houses, or trains. It could be said that there

wooden door rapidly decayed, turning into a pile of mud, as

it. He took out a golden ring embedded with a

right hand and pulled out the same ordinary

it left Bansy, Gehrman Sparrow casually waved his

hours later, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. The storm that had been brewing for a long time ultimately did

was far away from Bansy Harbor, Verdu, who had finished treating his injuries, took a bottle of medicine and allowed himself to quickly fall asleep so that he could adjust his mental

the hazy dream world, he ran in a desolate moor, looking for something frantically, but

faint voice coming from

God

symbol… of… iron…

of…

but it didn’t alarm Verdu enough to

Verdu woke

shone into the cabin outside the window, bringing with it a