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

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,

a

it’s time to go back. You’ll have to get up early tomorrow and have breakfast with your parents.” Cecile looked at the

stood up

have a chance at becoming an

captivated by the previous hunt

side, patted his shoulder, and said, “Before you ask this question, you need at least five years of combat training and studying. I think your

up, and he nodded

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,

of the cabin, Cleves handed two five-pound notes

“Your payment.”

pounds from Elland’s purchase of

anything,” Klein

his pale blue eyes and said in a low voice, “You freed up Cecile and took good care of

was somewhat amused, but he finally took the two

generous than I thought.

he hadn’t accepted the ten pounds, then in the eyes of a veteran adventurer like Cleves, it would appear as though he was dissatisfied with the price and was attempting to

Cleves looked away and said flatly, “This is a rule

word, he followed Cecile,

with every single mission and job of this difficulty, then I would’ve long made a fortune with my job as a private detective… Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh and turned his head to look at the red moon hanging high

and

an adventurer. Klein turned around and walked to the edge of the ship. Bathing in

vast, endless

to sing, but when he opened his mouth, he

“Oh sea, you’re all water”… The Emperor’s Savant Sequence is really well suited to doing such things. When I have the time, I should read through his poems so as to not look like illiterate… Klein lampooned as he looked at the red moon

“What a beautiful night.”

…

episode of getting lost, the exploratory team

filled with weeds, Derrick found himself in a trance, as if

look as he raised his hand to press

were filled with joy and relief from the bottom of their

waiting for them

gaze returned to normal as he turned his head to the side and looked diagonally

…

Backlund, the White family.

asked, “If I wanted to delve