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.”

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

knew what a so-called “interim port captain” meant. He didn’t take it to heart about this sudden happiness of a small

“Utopia Harbor? Why haven’t

and said,

landlubber hurricane, ye might

lady rushed forward and said, “Utopia isn’t on the safe sea route. Usually, only people who understand these waters and know of this place will come here

captain not be able to tell what she meant? And in times like this, tacitly acknowledging things without exposing them provided protection

acknowledged and said, “And

owner of the harbor hotel, and also its receptionist

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

can still drink at the nearby bar and enjoy our warm

this lady was here

“I can’t decide on behalf of the passengers. They

wait at the hotel for guests who are willing

She wasn’t as hot and spirited as the women at other ports who spewed

and said with a sullen expression, “You have to thank me for telling you

right hand pressed against Tracey’s butt

Pa!

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

took a few steps forward and left

hands and cursed with

moved many passengers on

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

unlike those from the Northern or Southern Continent. There were local street girls with their unique local

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

their luggage and

“General, are we getting off the

his

don’t know anything about this place. We have to be careful. Staying on the

no objections to this. He asked

of the window expressionlessly. “If an accident happens, we can only keep more people safe. If it’s not serious,

that said, he turned to look at his

keep watch

of Thought, and other organizations in the Southern

into bed, listening to the strong winds hitting

tender and sad melody coming

from a flute, intermittent like

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