Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 8

Whoosh!

Howling wind accompanied a downpour. The three-mast sailboat was tossed around by the crests and troughs of the incoming waves, as if it was being toyed by a giant.

The crimson glow in Alger Wilson’s eyes faded. He found himself still remaining on the deck and nothing appeared to have changed.

Almost immediately, the quirky-shaped glass bottle in his palm shattered and the frost within melted into the rain. In seconds, there were no longer any traces left that suggested the existence of the wondrous antique.

A hexagonal crystal-like snowflake emerged on Alger’s palm. It then faded rapidly until it was seemingly absorbed by the flesh, vanishing completely in the process. Alger nodded his head in a hardly noticeable manner, as if he was thinking about something. He remained still and silent for a full five minutes.

He turned around and headed for the cabin. As he was about to enter, a man who wore a similar robe embroidered with lightning patterns emerged from inside.

This man, who had soft blond hair, paused and looked at Alger. He held his right fist to his chest and said, “May the Storm be with you.”

Alger replied with the same words and gesture. There were no emotions on his rough face which had a well-defined structure.

Alger entered the cabin after the greeting and proceeded to the captain’s cabin situated at the far end of the corridor.

Surprisingly, he did not encounter any sailors on the way. The whole place was as quiet as a graveyard.

Behind the door to the captain’s cabin, a soft brown carpet overlaid the floor. A bookshelf and a wine rack took the opposite side walls of the room. The books with their yellowish covers and wine bottles with their dark red color looked peculiar under the flickering candlelight.

On the desk with the candle, there was a bottle of ink, a quill, a pair of black metallic telescope, and a sextant made of brass.

Behind the desk sat a pale middle-aged man wearing a captain’s hat which had a skull on it. As Alger approached him, he said menacingly, “I will not give in!”

“I believe you can do it,” Alger said calmly, so calm that it felt like he was commenting on the weather.

“You…” The man seemed to be stunned by the unexpected answer.

At this very moment, Alger leaned forward slightly and suddenly dashed across the room until they were only separated by the desk.

Pa!

Alger tightened his shoulder and reached out his right hand to choke the man.

Illusory fish scales appeared on the back of his hand as he crazily mustered more strength to choke the man, giving him no time to respond.

Crack!

Amid the crisp cracking sound, the man’s eyes widened as his body was lifted up.

His legs twitched furiously before they soon became motionless. His pupils began to widen as he stared aimlessly. There was a stench from between his legs as his pants gradually turned moist.

While lifting the man, Alger lowered his back and strode toward the wall.

Bang! He used the man as a shield and smashed forward at the wall. His extremely muscular arm was monstrous.

A hole cracked open in the wooden wall, and rain poured in, accompanied by the scent of the ocean.

Alger flung the man out of the cabin, straight into the giant waves that resembled mountains.

The wind continued to howl in the dark as almighty nature devoured everything.

Alger took out a white handkerchief and wiped his right hand carefully before throwing it into the sea as well.

He stepped back and waited patiently for company.

In less than ten seconds, the blond man from before rushed in and asked, “What happened?”

“The ‘captain’ has escaped,” Alger answered in an annoyed manner as he panted. “I didn’t know he still had some of his Beyonder powers.”

it!” the blond man cursed

distance. However, nothing was visible except for the waves and the

just extra loot,” the blond man said, waving his arm, “We will still be rewarded for finding this

the Sea, he would

not be able to survive much longer if the storm continues.” Alger said, as he nodded in approval. The wooden wall was repairing itself at

gazed at the wall and turned his head

was going on behind

and the sailors were not present. There was no living person

and the sail moved

Fool” who was covered in grayish-white fog and

spoke as though in

…

Backlund, capital of the Loen

her cheeks in disbelief of her encounter a while

table in front of her,

the back of

faded and

point in time was Audrey certain that it was not

but stand up before bending down to

started dancing lively. It was the “Ancient Elf Dance, “the most popular dance among royalty at the

a bright smile on her face as she moved

Knock! Someone suddenly knocked at

immediately stopped her dance and asked as she tidied her dress to

to prepare for the ceremony,” Audrey’s

table and quickly wiped the smile

had ensured everything was presentable, “Come

doorknob turned and Annie, her maidservant,

instantly saw the outcome

said slowly, “Erm, Yes! Susie was here just now. I am

not so much of a purebred. It was a gift given to her father, Count Hall, when he

it well,” Annie said, as she picked up the pieces of the bronze mirror adeptly and with care,

a smile, “Which dress

and answered,” I like the dress

ceremony or others will gossip about and

like it!” Audrey

attend an event that isn’t so formal,” Annie said firmly,

lotus design along the sleeves given by Mr. Sades two days ago,” Audrey said as she drew in a

stepped back and shouted towards the door, “The sixth dressing room! Ah, forget it,

dress, accessories, footwear, hat, makeup,

was almost ready, Count Hall appeared

sharing the same color as his clothes and a nice mustache. His blue eyes were filled with joy, but his

time for our departure,” Count Hall said,

Audrey protested as she got up with the help of the

set off, my beautiful little princess,” Count Hall said as he bent his left arm, signaling Audrey to hold his

and said, “That is for my mother, Mrs.

his right arm with a smile and

…

base, Pritz Harbor,

carriage,

did not have a sail, leaving only an observatory deck, two

and large that the fleet of sails nearby were like newborn dwarfs clustering around a

“Holy Lord of Storms…”

“Oh, m’lord.”

“An ironclad warship!”

…

shocked by this unprecedented miracle created by mankind. It was an ocean miracle that had never

took a while for the aristocrats, ministers, and members of parliament to compose themselves. Then, a black spot on the sky started to grow in size until it occupied a third of the sky and entered everyone’s view.

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