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 invented such an amazing

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

said, “Utopia Harbor?

at him and said, “What ye said is

that landlubber hurricane, ye might

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

be able to tell what she meant? And in times

and said, “And

is Tracey.” The lady smiled. “I’m the owner of the harbor hotel, and also its

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 stable beds, warm water,

still drink at the nearby bar and enjoy our

here to solicit

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’ll wait at

She wasn’t as hot and spirited as the women

said with a sullen expression, “You have to thank me

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

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forward and left

his hands and cursed with a

suddenly moved many passengers on

on the ship was that it

the Northern or Southern Continent. There were local street girls with

of them might even be able

packed their luggage and prepared to head to

asked, “General, are

his head

don’t know anything about this place. We have to

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

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

that said, he turned to look

watch tonight to prevent any

Numinous Episcopate, the Rose School of Thought, and other organizations in the Southern Continent, had an instinctive sense of vigilance

into bed, listening to the strong winds hitting the

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

intermittent

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