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.”

he laughed, as though he was happy that he had invented

He didn’t take it

Harbor? Why haven’t I

said, “What

if it weren’t for that landlubber hurricane, ye might

to say anything else, the lady rushed forward and said, “Utopia isn’t on the safe sea route. Usually, only people who understand these waters and know of

able to tell what

acknowledged and

name is Tracey.” The lady smiled. “I’m the owner of the harbor hotel, and also its receptionist

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 price of

that, you guys can still drink at the nearby bar

lady was here

the passengers. They are free

said, “I’ll wait at

a certain amount of education. She wasn’t as hot and spirited as the women at other ports who spewed vulgarities with

turned around and was about to return when Theodore approached her and said with a sullen expression, “You have to

hand pressed against Tracey’s butt before

Pa!

his hand and chided, “You’re a jerk who should be f*cked by

steps forward and left the liner by the

and cursed with

moved many

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

meant that they could meet cheap street girls who were unlike those from the Northern or Southern

a lot of money, one of them might even be able to sleep with that

luggage and prepared to head

“General, are

shook his head

have to

had no objections to this. He asked worriedly, “What about those

expressionlessly. “If an accident happens, we can only keep more people

he turned to

keep watch tonight

interacted with the Numinous Episcopate, the Rose School of Thought, and other

Alfred got into bed, listening to the strong winds hitting the

sad melody coming from the direction of the

flute, intermittent like a human whimpering through

music. It was as though he had returned to Backlund, which always appeared in his dreams. He returned to a state that