Lord of the Mysteries

After the talk about the legends of treasures that had inspired generations of adventurers to go to sea came to an end, the cook had also finished roasting the flesh of the murloc’s belly.

They were white after being cooked, charred a little black, and covered with tiny brown particles that glistened with a moist, oily glow.

The repeated smearing of seasonings had already seeped into the texture of the meat, effusing it with a tantalizing visual effect.

“Desi grilled fish, it’s different from how you usually eat it.” Elland pointed at the white porcelain plate the cook lowered.

Donna held her fork and knife and eagerly said, “I love honey-roasted fish!

“But this is also very appetizing.”

Honey-roasted fish… How much honey would that take… If I have a chance to try it, the taste should be pretty good… Klein allowed his imagination to run wild.

With a chef, there was no need for them to serve themselves. They could only look on expectantly as pieces of fish were sliced, placed on different plates, and served in front of them.

Klein was very serious when it came to tasting delicacies, so he was in no hurry to deal with the fish. Instead, he took a sip of black tea and used the slightly sour liquid to clear his mouth of any remaining flavors.

After doing all of this, he forked a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

In a split-second, he felt the slightly stimulating flavors of fennel, basil, and other spices. They were sufficient enough to help him open up one taste bud after another.

Immediately after, the delicious juices of the meat, the slightly astringent taste of the sea salt and the refreshing, sour, and sweet taste of lemon all burst out at the same time, filling his oral cavity and making his mouth water.

As he chewed, the last bit of the fish meat’s stubbornness was broken off one by one after having its fat roasted out of it, fully presenting the splendor of the meat, as well as its faint sweetness.

Swallowing the fish in his mouth, Klein recalled a delicacy program he had watched in his previous life and chose the evaluation line that matched what he just felt: “The layered flavors are very clear, excellent!”

“Haha, your tone and words make you sound like a gourmet,” Elland joked.

Donna waved her fork and echoed, “Uncle, perhaps you should write a column in the newspaper about different restaurants and different cuisines.”

Eh, why didn’t I think of this idea… This is a good job that can earn me money, as well as allowing me to taste delicacies! The only problem is that an obese man can’t be a flexible clown… Use the great art of spewing vomit? What a waste of food! Klein seriously considered Donna’s suggestion.

“To a beautiful night!”

When there was very little food left, Elland poured himself some more of the Sonia blood wine and raised his glass with a ruddy face.

Klein and the others echoed in similarly good moods, “To a beautiful night.”

They drank the rest of the liquids from their glasses and watched the waiter clear the table and clean the deck.

amidst the cold wind, talking about the mermaids that Donna was most interested

also called Sirens, and they used their songs to confuse humans not for entertainment but for hunting. Aside from the possibility of encountering these creatures on the sea route from the Gargas Archipelago to the depths of the Sonia Sea,

this at least points me in a possible direction…

to get up early tomorrow and have breakfast

stood

asked, “D-do I have a chance at

captivated by the previous hunt

his shoulder, and said, “Before you ask this question, you need at least

lit up,

can find himself buried at the bottom of the sea at any time… Cleves’s handling of the situation was very shrewd. He didn’t immediately refuse him, but rather he gave him hope and let time wash away his interest. This prevents the child from becoming suddenly rebellious… Regardless, mastering a fighting technique is

of the cabin, Cleves handed two five-pound notes

“Your payment.”

pounds from

didn’t do anything,”

said in a low voice, “You

Klein was somewhat amused, but he finally took the two bills and drew a triangle on

more generous than I thought. Thank

was dissatisfied with the price and was attempting to get more, making it possible that he

and said flatly, “This is a

another word, he followed Cecile,

long made a fortune with my job as a private detective… Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh and turned his head

quietly and

walked to the edge of the ship. Bathing in the crimson veil, he admired the waves that were growing darker. Gradually, his mood settled as he walked out bit by bit from the gloom of Backlund’s

vast, endless ocean caught his eye, opening up

when he opened

to doing such things. When I have the time, I should read through his poems so as to

“What a beautiful night.”

…

getting lost, the exploratory team returned to the

wall’s cracks filled with weeds, Derrick found himself in a trance, as if he had

a lost look as he raised his hand to press on

the team members were filled with

difficult exploration, having a home waiting for

gaze returned to normal as he turned his head

…

Backlund, the White family.

confident Emlyn came up to his parents and asked, “If I wanted to delve into the history of us