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.”

blond man

the distance. However, nothing was visible except for the

was just extra loot,” the blond man said, waving his arm, “We will still

if he was a Keeper of the Sea, he would

be able to survive much longer if the storm continues.” Alger said, as he

his head subconsciously

perfectly aware of what was going on

the second mate, the crew, and the sailors were not

all the emptiness, the rudder and the sail moved

was covered

at the mighty waves and spoke as though in a reverie while filled with anticipation and awe, “A new era

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Borough, Backlund, capital of the Loen

cheeks in disbelief

of her, the old bronze mirror

the back of

faded and

point in time was Audrey certain that it

could not help but stand up before bending down to lift up the

lively. It was the “Ancient

a bright smile on her face as

knocked at her bedroom

and asked as she tidied her dress

may I come in? You should start to prepare for the ceremony,” Audrey’s maidservant asked from

quickly wiped the smile from her face, leaving only a tiny hint of a

had ensured everything was presentable,

turned and Annie, her

instantly saw the outcome of

was here just now. I am sure you know she

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

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

asked Audrey with a smile, “Which

answered,” I like the dress designed by

to a formal ceremony or others will gossip about and question the Hall family’s financial ability,” Annie said,

really like it!” Audrey insisted in a gentle

it at home or when you attend an event that isn’t so formal,” Annie said firmly, suggesting that it

given by Mr. Sades two days

have such a good taste,” Annie said as she stepped back and shouted towards

to work. The dress, accessories, footwear, hat, makeup, and hairstyle—everything had

it was almost ready, Count Hall appeared at

nice mustache. His blue eyes were

it is time for our departure,” Count

she got up with the help

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

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

side,” Count Hall bent his right arm with a smile and said, “This

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base, Pritz Harbor,

arm and walked down the carriage, she was suddenly

not have a sail, leaving only

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

“Holy Lord of Storms…”

“Oh, m’lord.”

“An ironclad warship!”

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by mankind. It was an ocean miracle that had never been seen

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

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