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.”

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

meant. He

slightly and said, “Utopia Harbor? Why

looked at him and said, “What ye

for that landlubber hurricane, ye might never

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

to tell what she meant? And

tersely acknowledged and said, “And you

owner of the harbor

and 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

guys can still drink at the nearby bar and

was here to

behalf of the passengers. They are free to choose for themselves. Of course, as captain, I will

“I’ll wait at the hotel

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

around and was about to return when Theodore approached her and said with a sullen expression, “You have to thank me for telling you the

pressed against Tracey’s butt before he

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

a few steps forward and left the liner by

hands and cursed

moved many

that it was boring, and there

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

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

passengers packed their luggage and prepared to head

seeing this, Alfred’s adjutant asked, “General, are we

shook his head

anything about this place. We have to be careful.

to this. He asked worriedly, “What about

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

said, he turned to look at his

to keep watch tonight

and other organizations in the Southern Continent,

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

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

to come from a flute, intermittent like a

in his dreams. He returned to a state that was a