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

captain knew what a so-called “interim port captain” meant. He didn’t take it to

“Utopia Harbor? Why haven’t I heard of

him and said,

for that landlubber hurricane,

safe sea route. Usually, only people who understand these waters and know

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

and said, “And

“I’m the owner of the harbor hotel, and also its

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 you

can still drink at the nearby bar

lady was here to solicit for

captain was rather alert and 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

wait at the hotel for

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

her and said with a sullen expression, “You

right hand pressed against Tracey’s butt before he

Pa!

“You’re a jerk who should

a few steps forward and

hands and cursed

scene suddenly moved many

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

meant that they could meet cheap street girls who were unlike those from the Northern or

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

and prepared to head

“General, are we

shook his head

have to be careful. Staying on

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

an accident happens, we can only keep more people safe.

that said, he turned to look at his

keep watch

interacted with the Numinous Episcopate, the Rose School of Thought, and other organizations in the Southern Continent,

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

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

flute, intermittent like a human

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 vexing times of his youth, and other