Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability Chapter 572 The Real Target

Chapter 572 The Real Target

572 The Real Target

572 The Real Target

In seven to eight minutes, their figures vanished from different spots.

Immediately after, Nolfi and Batna observed pitch-black shapes emerging at the edge of the cabin, and eerie pale-white or dark-green flames igniting across the deck.

Figures crawled out of the pitch-black flames.

Some wore tattered clothes, and their skin visibly rotted. Others were white bones with fragments of flesh hanging from them. Pale-white flames protruded from their eye sockets.

These were all corpses!

Soon, a half-rotted corpse in a dirty jacket hoisted the sail. The corpse with a missing breastbone stowed the heavy anchor. The other corpses took their positions, steering the sailboat slowly away from the port.

As they gazed at the decaying flesh, pale-white bones, and sinister flames of different hues, Batna and Nolfi felt as if they had stepped into a novel world.

Horror novels! Ghostly tales!

“Navigator, it’s time for you to work.” Charname’s voice snapped Nolfi back to reality.

…

In the Governor of the Sea’s residence.

Lumian leaned against the statue-less wall, surveying the other deputy hosts in the hall, including Juan Oro.

Uncertain if any of them were genuine, they could easily be impersonated by a Faceless.

In the upcoming operation, the only person he could unequivocally trust was himself.

An hour pa.s.sed in an indescribable silence. This time, Lumian took the initiative, leading Juan Oro into the bas.e.m.e.nt to retrieve the Ring of the Sea Queen, completing the “paying homage to the ancestors” segment.

The ring rested on the dilapidated stone platform, untouched. Lumian couldn’t be certain if it was authentic, but the patterns, symbols, and structure seemed intact, and no one had lurked in the bas.e.m.e.nt after inspection.

Maintaining his calm demeanor and a tense heart, Lumian patiently waited until 6 a.m., feeling both mental and physical fatigue dissipate.

Two hours later, the current Governor of the Sea, Simon, exited the vigil room with four Maidens of the Sea and approached the building’s door.

Lumian, Juan Oro, and the other deputy hosts promptly stood up and followed.

Ascending the gangway to the deck, Lumian sensed an invisible gaze from every window, flower, and mast—a familiar feeling from when the statues in the Governor of the Sea’s residence came to life.

This was the designated spot for him, the deputy host named Brian.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the dock of Milo Village, vibrant paper fragments burst forth from ceremonial cannons, creating a colorful display.

Amid the festive atmosphere, the s.h.i.+p set sail gradually. It circled Port Santa, capturing the cheers and blessings of the people before venturing toward the distant sea.

As the navigator, Juan Oro guided the s.h.i.+p into a boundless azure sea with no discernible landmarks. They weaved between left and right turns, occasionally reversing direction.

Nearly an hour pa.s.sed, and beneath the clear, bright sky, dense fog suddenly enveloped the s.h.i.+p.

Splas.h.!.+

Within the fog’s depths, waves surged like mountains. Any s.h.i.+p it touched would capsize or shatter.

The Governor of the Sea, the Maidens of the Sea, some sailors, and the two deputy hosts, partic.i.p.ating in the sea sacrificial segment for the first time, were terror-stricken by the ominous scene, their faces paling.

For Juan Oro, a veteran of many sea sacrifices, it seemed like he was observing a child’s plaything. He directed the sailors with no emotional fluctuations, guiding the s.h.i.+p along the only safe sea route through the thick fog and exaggerated waves.

After an unknown duration, the fog lifted, and the tidal waves miraculously subsided. An ocean resembling sapphires unfolded before Lumian’s eyes.

The sea appeared limitless, but the distance and sky were gray, with only a hint of sunlight seeping through.

…

Port Santa, Solow Motel.

Lugano stood by the window, observing as the citizens formed celebratory teams, weaving through streets and alleys, spreading their joy.

Having already taken Ludwig to witness the Governor of the Sea’s colorful flower boat ritual and partic.i.p.ated in two spontaneous citizen-led celebrations, Lugano returned to the suite as teatime approached. There, he provided Ludwig with food he had purchased and prepared in advance.

I could still head out later. When the Governor of the Sea returns, another wave of celebrations will ensue. Unfortunately, I can’t engage with the enthusiastic Feynapotter girls with such a child in tow… Lugano thought regretfully.

At that moment, a knock echoed on the door.

“Who is it?” Lugano, a seasoned bounty hunter, heightened his guard.

“It’s me.” A gentle voice emanated from outside the door.

Lugano recognized her as Rubió Paco’s wife, Madame Giorgia.

She’s here to see the boss? Has something happened to the Paco family again? Lugano glanced at Ludwig, who was eating earnestly, and quickly walked to the door and opened it.

Giorgia, not clad in her usual glamorous attire, wore a black dress akin to that of an old widowed matriarch.

“Where’s Monsieur Louis Berry?” the lady inquired.

“He’s partic.i.p.ating in various celebrations for the sea prayer ritual,” Lugano fabricated an excuse.

He observed the distressed Madame Giorgia and instinctively inquired with concern, “Did something happen?”

“H-h…” Giorgia stammered, panic and fear evident in her eyes. “I discovered the true ident.i.ty of that humanoid lizard!”

That humanoid lizard? The one the boss killed? Amidst Lugano’s confusion, Giorgia suddenly threw herself into his arms.

The fragrance permeated Lugano’s senses, momentarily hindering him from immediately pus.h.i.+ng the madam away.

Giorgia suppressed her voice but couldn’t conceal her fear.

“That humanoid lizard was my husband, Rubió Paco!”

“Huh?” Lugano was both surprised and bewildered.

Giorgia gritted her teeth and explained, “The one you guys saw, it’s fake!”

Fake? Someone impersonated Rubió Paco, and the real Rubió Paco had transformed into a humanoid lizard, killed by the boss? As this realization struck Lugano, his thoughts suddenly slowed down. The surroundings seemed coated in a gla.s.s-like layer.

He instinctively struggled, but Giorgia held him tightly, interrupting him with various subtle actions.

Ludwig, engrossed in devouring a skewer of roasted octopuses at the dining table, appeared oblivious to the unfolding silent drama at the door.

In a suite diagonally across the corridor, Rubió Paco sat quietly in a recliner, wearing a faint smile.

He had orchestrated the humanoid lizard incident and hired Louis Berry to resolve it intentionally. Firstly, he aimed to confirm the other party’s ident.i.ty. Secondly, he wanted to leave a vulnerability in the Paco family’s handling of weak monsters, ensuring others wouldn’t suspect a Faceless’s involvement to confuse the target.

However, he abandoned the plan to deal with Louis Berry and refrained from triggering the corresponding trap.

This decision wasn’t due to uncertainty about the target’s ident.i.ty; the Mysteries aura on Lumian Lee’s chest couldn’t escape his notice. He was unlike others. Instead, he had a new plan.

The overall April Fool’s operation might not align with Loki’s personal objectives!

His current focus s.h.i.+fted to the young boy, Ludwig.

To him, a sealed demiG.o.d-level powerhouse was a gift from the Celestial Worthy!

No ritualistic target could be more suitable.

Hence, he hinted at the sea anomaly, simultaneously confusing Lumian Lee and allowing him to connect the concepts of sealing and theft, understanding what occurred during last year’s prank. He took the initiative to board the s.h.i.+p and head to the sea sacrifice grounds, enticing this formidable opponent away while another force restrained him.

Now, he was ready to execute a grand performance, captivating the attention of numerous Port Santa citizens!

…

The calm, gem-like sea held no waves. The four Maidens of the Sea engaged in a brief sacrificial dance, while sailors carried offerings—lambs, roosters, ox heads, and more—from the cabin, stacking them at the bow.

With the Ring of the Sea Queen in hand, Juan Oro approached the Governor of the Sea, awaiting the groom’s gift for the proposed marriage.

Lumian, vigilant of everyone present, scanned his surroundings.

Any one of them could suddenly reveal themselves as Bard, Mad Lady, Ultraman, Loki, Hisoka, or a marionette.

The gentle, rhythmic dance concluded swiftly. Juan Oro produced the peculiar golden ring, pa.s.sing it to the inc.u.mbent Governor of the Sea, Simon Guiaro.

At that moment, a person emerged openly from the cabin.

A woman in a black nun’s uniform and matching hat, her expression calm yet tinged with sadness.

The surrounding sailors paid her no heed, as if she were invisible.

Seeing this, Lumian’s pupils dilated, then constricted.

It was the source of Derangement!

The humanoid Sealed Artifact lost by the Eternal Blazing Sun Church!

In an instant, Lumian comprehended two things.

The Death Navigators, transformed Governors of the Sea, had coincidentally appeared near the Flying Bird, stirring colossal waves.

The humanoid Sealed Artifact had unconsciously set out to sea, coincidentally choosing the same destination as him—Port Santa.

There was a purpose behind this!