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

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

slightly and said, “Utopia Harbor? Why haven’t

said,

landlubber hurricane, ye might never come

for him 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 this place will

tell what she meant? And in times like this, tacitly acknowledging things without exposing them provided protection to both

and said, “And you

Tracey.” The lady smiled. “I’m the owner of the harbor

area and said, “It’s quite a heavy 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

than that, you guys can still drink at

lady was here

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 here

wait at the hotel for guests who are willing to

seemed to have received a certain amount of education. She wasn’t as hot and spirited as

said with

spoke, his right hand pressed against Tracey’s butt

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and

his hands and cursed with a

moved

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

that they could meet cheap street girls who were unlike those from the Northern or Southern Continent. There were local street girls with their unique local

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

many passengers packed their luggage and

Alfred’s adjutant asked, “General, are we

shook his

about this place. We have to

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

Alfred looked out of the window expressionlessly. “If an accident happens, we can only keep more people safe. If it’s not serious, then we will be able to resolve

said, he turned to look at

keep watch tonight to

Numinous Episcopate, the Rose School of Thought, and other

Alfred got into bed, listening to the strong winds hitting the glass windows and the torrential rain pattering the deck.

a tender and sad melody coming from

intermittent like a human whimpering

in his dreams. He returned to a