Lord of the Mysteries

Inside the Lightning Cathedral, the high and spacious dome arched continuously. There wasn’t any blank space, with gold and blue as the main colors. It made anyone who walked beneath it subconsciously feel that the place was sacred and solemn; thus, making them bow their heads.

Alger Wilson often made contact with a secret existence, and he often gathered in the palace of a deity’s residence. As a result, he no longer had a longing for this. He wasn’t as respectful as before, but he still had to put on an act. Like the other sailors around him, he kept his head down as he lightened his footsteps without even daring to breathe clearly.

In the silent atmosphere, they were led by the priest all the way to the clergymen’s quarters at the back of the cathedral, with each of them getting a room.

After closing the door, Alger saw the sanguine moonlight shine into the window. It made the environment turn cold and sinister, as though countless wraiths seemed to be observing the real world through a thin curtain.

Every time the Blood Moon appeared, one’s spirituality would be enhanced. Powers that stemmed from spirituality and hell would receive a significant boost, while the negative emotions of living beings reached an explosive state. The higher the Sequence, the more obvious it would be.

Faintly, Alger heard sobbing, low shouts, and whispering. This was completely different from the solemnity he previously felt in the Lightning Cathedral.

Illusory arms appeared before his eyes as they reached outwards from the walls, floor, and ceiling, like a three-dimensional pale forest.

Alger knew of the abnormalities of the Blood Moon, so he removed his captain’s hat without panicking at all. He entered the bathroom and washed his face.

During this process, he suddenly heard a distant singing voice.

The singing voice was indistinct, as though it came from the middle of the island. It kept echoing endlessly as though it was right beside Alger. It didn’t make him feel horrified, for it was akin to a woman who was away from her family and loved ones, singing slowly and sadly as she looked at the surging tides.

Alger pulled at a towel and wiped his face before cocking his head to listen.

He gradually frowned as he took out a small iron box from his priest robe’s inner robe and placed it close to his ear.

In it was the Ocean Songster Beyonder characteristic he had purchased from The World. He suspected that the residual mental imprint on it was temporarily enhanced by the Blood Moon.

As the metal box came close, the singing by Alger’s ears instantly became partially clear, melancholic, sorrowful, wistful, and painful.

But apart from that, there was still the ethereal and ancient voice sounding from it, forming a clear boundary with the clear singing as though they were in a duet!

Whose voice is that? It sounds like an elf’s… An item in the Church that stems from the elves? This Ocean Songster Beyonder characteristic on me comes from an elf? Alger nodded as he came up with a theory.

always been in search of elvish relics. They were used to concoct potions, made into Sealed Artifacts, or isolated underground. Those

Sealed Artifact, it means it’s definitely not simple if the voice can penetrate the isolation barrier… Alger reined in his thoughts, brushed his teeth, and

soon fell asleep and

time, Alger suddenly felt a little lucid, vaguely aware that he was having a dream,

blue seawater which was stacked up layer after layer and blocked the view of the sky. Ahead of him was a beautiful palace made of coral. It was tall, spectacular, dark, and

towards the palace, walking

an exaggerated dome. The walls and dome were filled with murals depicting the terror

a hundred meters away, there was a throne embedded with sapphires, emeralds, and

hair was black and held up into a bun. Her facial outline was soft, and her features were exquisite. She

sharp. Her deep brown eyes looked

was a golden wine cup with

eyes emitted silver light resembling the

gasped for breath. He found the dream both blurry and clear at the same

as the details of the murals and coral palace, but her eyes that

Beyonder characteristic I have, resulting in it influencing my dream? As Alger guessed, he wondered

were limited. However, he knew certain knowledge that others didn’t know, so he quickly thought of a possible

Calamity Cohinem?

of Calamity “She” left behind

and departing, I’ll seek Mr. Fool’s advice and see if there will be

didn’t dare recite The Fool’s honorific name in the Church

didn’t show any signs of abnormality. Under the servant’s lead, he entered a room with a long table,

potion. However, this trait would quite stubbornly be passed down, just like the elves. Many

the long table as he systematically answered the deacons’ questions. He mentioned what he had done at sea, what he had planned to do, and what he had succeeded, as well as his

to the description from his crew to prevent

with dark blue hair glanced at Alger. He asked with a hoarse voice, “Do

as

as he directly said, “Think of means to get to know her. Try to investigate Gehrman Sparrow’s

hunted Admiral of Blood?

remember. Gehrman Sparrow

the organization? At odds with the Rose School of Thought? Alger deliberately didn’t