Lord of the Mysteries

The liner passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.

A small-scale harbor entered the sights of the captain, sailors, and passengers through the gloomy rain.

A short while later, a man in his thirties, who was wearing a blue uniform and holding onto a black umbrella and a glass lantern, appeared at the dock. He used rather uncommon actions to guide the liner to moor.

As the man watched the gangway lower, he opened his mouth and shouted, “Hey matey, where d’ya come from?”

After most of his voice was swallowed by the wind, his voice successfully reached the liner’s interior and entered Alfred’s ears.

“Do you know what this place is?” Alfred looked carefully at his adjutant and squire.

He wasn’t wearing a general’s ceremonial attire. Wearing a black trench coat that was commonly seen in Backlund, his dazzling blond hair drooped down casually, and his blue eyes looked like a deep lake in a forest.

The adjutant, who had neatly combed his hair to the back, first shook his head to indicate his uncertainty before he explained, “The storm from before made me lose my bearings.”

At this moment, the captain held an umbrella and came to the shipboard. He answered the man, “We left East Balam two days ago and unfortunately encountered a storm.

“What harbor is this?”

The man’s eyes darted around for a moment. Without giving a direct answer, he shouted, “Wait a moment, will ya?”

He then turned around, holding the umbrella and the lantern as he ran towards the buildings near the dock.

This reaction was beyond the expectations of Alfred and the other passengers, but it wasn’t strange for the experienced ship captain, first mate, and others—they had encountered many abnormalities at the ports along the Berserk Sea. This made them patiently wait for subsequent developments.

Five to six minutes later, the man led a lady over.

The woman didn’t have an umbrella and was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with Donningsman Tree Sap.

As the two of them approached the liner, under the watch of the armed sailors, they climbed up the gangway to the deck.

At such a distance, most of the passengers finally saw what the two of them looked like.

The man had brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was rough, and it was obvious that he was of a lower socioeconomic status and had suffered the elements. The woman was in her twenties, and her eyes were limpid green. She had long, flaxen hair. A few wet strands clung to her face, making her appear pure and charming.

This was a rather pretty lady with a wild temperament.

“Hi there, this is Utopia Harbor,” the man impatiently introduced, “I’m Theodore, the interim port cap’n.”

was happy that

course, the ship captain knew what a so-called “interim port captain” meant. He

said, “Utopia Harbor? Why haven’t I heard of

looked at him and said,

it weren’t for that landlubber hurricane, ye

lady rushed forward and said, “Utopia isn’t on the safe sea route. Usually, only people who understand these

captain not be able to tell what she meant? And

tersely acknowledged and said,

smiled. “I’m the owner of the harbor hotel, and also

storm, and the ship will be bumpy. It’s not a wise choice to stay in there to rest. The hotel will provide you with stable beds, warm water, clean food, warm blankets, and an environment that will remind you of home. It’s only ten pence a night. I’m referring to the

drink at the nearby bar and enjoy our warm

was here

directly. He nodded and said, “I can’t decide on behalf of the passengers. They are free to choose for themselves. Of course, as captain, I will stay

at the hotel for guests who are willing to

hot and spirited as

Theodore approached her and said with a sullen expression, “You have to

right hand pressed against Tracey’s butt before

Pa!

swatted away his hand and chided, “You’re a jerk who should be

a few steps forward and left the liner

his hands and

moved many passengers

the biggest flaw on the ship was that it was boring, and there was a bar at

the Northern

of them might even be able to sleep with

many passengers packed their luggage and prepared to head to

seeing this, Alfred’s adjutant asked, “General, are we getting off

his head

We have to be careful. Staying on

He asked worriedly, “What about those who

out of the window expressionlessly. “If an accident happens, we can only

turned to look at

take turns to keep watch

with the Numinous Episcopate, the Rose School of Thought, and other organizations in the Southern Continent, had an

ship captain, Alfred got into bed, listening to the strong winds

moment, he heard a tender and sad

intermittent like a human whimpering through

always appeared in his dreams. He returned to a state that was a mixture of his happy childhood days, the vexing times