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

He didn’t take it to heart about this sudden happiness of a

said, “Utopia Harbor?

and said, “What ye said

it weren’t for that landlubber hurricane, ye

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

pirates? How could the ship captain not be able to tell what she

tersely acknowledged and said, “And you

the owner of the harbor

you with stable beds, warm water, clean food, warm blankets, and an environment that will

drink at the nearby bar and enjoy our warm

this lady was here to solicit

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

at

have received 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 thank me for telling

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

Pa!

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

and left the liner by

hands and cursed

suddenly moved many

on the ship was that it was boring,

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

of them might even be able to sleep with that

their luggage and prepared to head

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

shook his head

this place. We have to

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

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

he turned to look at

take turns to keep watch tonight to prevent

Rose School of Thought, and other organizations in the Southern Continent, had

listening to the strong winds hitting the glass windows and the torrential rain

this moment, he heard a tender and sad melody coming from the direction

intermittent like a human whimpering

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