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.”

though he was happy that he had invented such

meant. He didn’t take it to heart about this sudden happiness

slightly and said, “Utopia Harbor?

looked at him and said, “What ye

that landlubber hurricane, ye might never

for him to say anything else, the lady rushed forward and said, “Utopia isn’t on the safe sea

main clientèle of this harbor are pirates? How could the ship captain not be able to tell

and said, “And

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

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

you guys can still drink at

here to solicit

captain was rather alert and didn’t respond 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

smile and said, “I’ll wait at the

wasn’t as hot

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

spoke, his right hand pressed against Tracey’s butt before he pinched

Pa!

“You’re a jerk who should

steps forward and left

shook his hands and cursed

suddenly moved many passengers

ship was that it was boring, and

cheap street girls who were unlike those from the Northern or

lucky or willing to spend a lot of money, one of them might even be able to sleep with that spirited beauty

many passengers packed their luggage and prepared to head

asked, “General, are

his

anything about this place. We have to be careful. Staying on

to this. He asked worriedly, “What about

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

that said, he turned to

take turns to keep watch

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

exchanged his opinion with the ship captain, Alfred got into bed, listening to the strong winds hitting the glass windows and the torrential rain pattering the deck. He

tender and sad melody coming from

from a flute, intermittent like a

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