Lord of the Mysteries

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The bartender fell to the ground and huddled into a ball.

"White Shark" Hamilton snorted and said nothing. He turned to the second floor and stepped on the wooden steps.

After watching the excitement, the drunks dispersed, and Captain Allan and others returned to the upper level unaffected and continued to play cards.

Klein took the opportunity and followed the stairs.

He returned to "flying fish and wine", not to deal with the "white shark" for the non-existent danger. He simply wanted to learn more information from the bar owner who has links with many pirate forces. After all, he took the new identity. The name of the German, hidden meaning is to hunt the **** pirates, replacing their releasers in "squirming hunger" with their spirit, flesh and extraordinary characteristics.

There is no gas resource in the port of Damir, the aisle on the second floor is quite dim, and the brass candlesticks on the sides of the walls are swaying and faint.

While watching the environment, Klein stretched his hand and wiped it on his face, silently turning into a guard on the first floor.

As for the difference in clothing decoration, he made up for the ability to create hallucinations.

Be prepared, he walked toward the "White Shark" Hamilton room in the spiritual intuition.

He first passed the place where he played cards and did not attract anyone's attention.

Before he came to the guards who guarded the passage, he consciously stopped and lowered his voice:

"There is something downstairs."

"The storm is on, what happened tonight?" A guard sighed.

"I hope that those people can not be hurt." Another guard said a little worried.

He refers to the prostitutes who are attached to the bar.

"They are fine." Klein crossed the guard and went to the front of the "White Shark" and raised his hand in a cautious manner.

"Who?" Hamilton asked vigilantly.

"Boss, it is me, and there is a situation downstairs!" Klein recalled the address information he had just received when he was watching the excitement, deliberately hoarse and vocal.

"Damn!" Hamilton snorted. "Come into what is happening!"

Klein twisted his handle and walked in.

When he closed the door, he lifted the illusion, his face muscles squirmed and changed back to the previous identity - blonde blue eyes, ordinary new passengers.

"You..." Hamilton first glimpsed, and immediately opened his mouth, trying to shout.

At the same time, his imaginary fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and the body of the tall and obese body expanded again.

Suddenly, his heartbeat speeded up, and the strong fear from instinct caught his throat.

At this moment, he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon who had been hungry for many days, and he was looking back and forth with his flesh and soul with his cold and eager eyes.

In an instant, the "White Shark" Hamilton was in a state of extreme panic and could not respond effectively.

Klein walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, politely laughing:

"Can you calmly communicate now?"

The feeling of being stared at by the horror monster disappeared, and Hamilton became relaxed. His body was like a puncture balloon, and he dried up a lot.

He no longer recklessly called for help, and asked his forehead to see:

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"A hunter," Klein replied casually. "I heard that you have connections with many pirate forces. I want to know the situation."

"No, I don't have..." "White Shark" Hamilton subconsciously denied.

He immediately felt the hunger of the madness to the extreme, only to see that the opposite man’s eyes seemed to have a dark red.

Klein pondered the next person in his heart, and Swen laughed:

"You have two choices.

"One is to answer frankly, the second is to be killed by me, and then, frankly answer."

Killing people? "White Shark" Hamilton heard of similar rumors, and swallowed the saliva:

"Why do you want to know about these situations?"

Klein smiled:

"I am a hunter, I am chasing a bounty."

Hamilton suddenly felt that the other person's polite smile was full of madness that couldn't be said, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"You, are you crazy?

"I have seen a lot of similar adventurers, but all are buried in the sea!

"It's not difficult to hunt a pirate alone, but can you guard against subsequent revenge? The prostitute in the bar looks like an ordinary customer, maybe a pirate's informant! Your friendly associates will be bought at any time, behind the scenes. Give you a shot! The pirates will collect intelligence in advance to contain the boats you are riding. Can you protect all the passengers? Can you survive in the sea that cannot escape without the bombardment of an artillery? ”

In one breath, he vented his inner fear. He saw the man who claimed to be the hunter once again, and Sven’s gentle smile:

"If you kill them, you won't have these problems."

...the real madman..."White Shark" Hamilton took a breath:

"I have connections with many pirates, but they are all passive. The cash, jewelry, and goods they need to sell need to be sold. They need to be replaced with spirits, food, fresh water, weapons, and women's comfort. But I can only wait for them here, not sure where their ships are driving, what is the most recent goal."

"What else?" Klein asked quietly.

His answer was mainly to scare the "white shark". As for the pirate's revenge, he was not worried at all. As a "faceless person", if it was found so easily, it would be better to find a place to sink from the bottom of the sea.

And... "White Shark" Hamilton's throat squirmed and did not immediately make a positive or negative description.

He closed his mouth and looked at the gentleman wearing a half-high silk hat. He was calm and introverted as if he was looking at the crazy eyes.

The disturbing silence is like the sea before the storm, gently reverberating, colliding, fermenting.

Finally, Hamilton removed his gaze and sullenly held his hand on the table in front of him:

"Yes, I am still collecting news for them. If there is urgent information, I will use the radio station they gave to remind them to pay attention."

"White shark" does not dare to take risks. It is afraid that the other party has unique extraordinary ability to judge whether it is telling the truth or not.

"Radio?" Klein, who succeeded in the game, captured a noun.

"This is the name they told me, similar to the telegram, but does not require a line." Hamilton turned and walked to the gray-white safe and slammed it down.

Radio report? Are pirates so high-tech? Klein vaguely guessed what the other party said.

He once thought about inventing something similar. The result was that the corresponding newspaper had already known that the radio newspaper had already appeared, but in the commercial field, it has not yet found its own position - the violent sea separating the north and south continents, the lightning and the thunder, the magnetic field. Disorders, storms and plundering, only a few channels can pass, even if equipped with radiotelegraphs, it has almost no effect. Similarly, the weather in the foggy sea and the Sunia Sea is changing drastically, and there are many factors affecting electromagnetic propagation. Applications are greatly limited.

Is there an improved version that can solve some problems? Klein looked at the "white shark" and opened the floor in front of the safe. By twisting the device, a secret door appeared on the wall.

Behind the secret door is a concealed cabinet divided into three compartments. There are some documents and bills on the top, and there are revolvers in the middle, such as a revolver, a new type of semi-armed gun, and a complex black machine.

Klein only glanced at it and judged that the mechanical creation belonged to the radio station through the impression of the previous life and the information collected before.

"It's this thing. They call it a radio station. The news can be received by the similar things in the Rothschild Islands. The farther point must be to look at the weather. By luck, usually, it is also very troublesome, and there are many restrictions." Hamilton is not Understand, according to the accepted teaching and experience, vaguely describe the corresponding situation.

It’s better than the new radio station that is currently being commercialized... I don’t know who invented it... Klein listened quietly and asked directly:

"Who are they?"

He made himself behave like a bounty hunter who didn't understand technology.

"White Shark" Hamilton wiped the cold sweat on his forehead:

"The silver coin viper Oder, who claims to be the owner of the 'Dawn', and the old officer Quinn, who is the 'blood admiral', appeared together. I can't confirm whether they are cooperating. Of course, Odell has been It’s just a declaration.”

The owner of "Dawn", the "mysterious queen"? Klein took back his sight and didn't know when he had more gold coins.

The gold coins continued to roll between the fingers, and finally jumped into the air and fell down. Seeing that the "white shark" was unknown, it was a battle.

Looking down at the bow, Klein slowly stood up.

Just then, he suddenly asked:

"Who gave you the potion?"

"Old, old Quinn..." Hamilton hesitated or chose to confess.

Klein nodded lightly, no longer asked, and turned to the door.

Dangdang! The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure wearing a black coat disappeared into the room of the White Shark.

Hamilton held his breath and waited for ten seconds before finally sighing.

He quickly wiped off the sweat on his face, moved the radio to the table, flipped out a password book, and rushed to take a telegram to the distance:

"I was stared!

"Unfamiliar guy!"

Beside the concentrated Hamilton, Klein put his hands in his pocket and watched it quietly, all of which included the spectrum of the band spectrum and the contents of the code book.

His departure was just a large-scale illusionary performance, and he was more than enough to deal with the low sequence of the "sailor" approach of the white shark.

As for whether or not you can remember the specific content later, the "Divination" does not need to be considered. A "dream divination" can all be recalled.

"Blood above the blood" and his men love to kill, like blood, eager to violence against women, every time the passenger ship is looted, it will always create a tragedy... This is a recognized thing, and they themselves are very proud of this, total It’s not to preach... the goal of hunting, the object of adventure, give priority to them... Klein thinks a little, and Hamilton picks up the opportunity to pick up the radio and prepare to leave the room.

For the time being, he did not intend to deal with the "white shark", fearing to disturb the real prey. Anyway, this kind of person who is on the land, has a fixed site, and is held by himself, can easily solve it after a report letter.

In Klein's silent footsteps, the door slowly split and quietly closed, bringing a slight cool breeze.

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