Lord of the Mysteries

Alfred felt the room temperature plummet when he heard his squire.

An indescribable chill invaded his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.

When the liner stopped at Utopia Port, he had expected the worst situation to happen—Utopia was the headquarters of some cult, and that everyone there was a dangerous lunatic.

But now, the truth was even worse.

Perhaps Utopia never existed!

At that moment, Alfred was unusually thankful that he was no longer the noble scion he was when he left Backlund. He had accumulated a great deal of experience and had thus, not really entered Utopia Harbor.

Under the gaze of the adjutant and squire, the major general paced back and forth with a solemn expression. He calmly instructed, “Draft up a telegram and report to MI9 about what happened in Utopia.

“At the same time, request the local official Beyonders to immediately take action and contact the captain to list down all the people who entered Utopia Harbor. If necessary, pay each of them a visit and confirm if there are any problems.”

“Yes sir!” his adjutant immediately stood at attention and saluted.

After the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to a squire, “Bring up the typewriter from downstairs. I want to write a detailed report.”

His plan was to first use a telegram to report the key information to the brass and not delay the initial actions necessary. Then, he would reveal more details with a confidential document and provide more information for the military brass to make a decision.

…

Wendel walked into a second-class carriage with one hand on his top hat and the other carrying a suitcase.

He wasn’t even thirty years old. His sideburns were deep-black and his brown eyes were calm. He didn’t have any unique features that anyone could remember, but he exuded comfortable vibes.

A few months ago, he was still a Feynapotter intelligence officer who was active in Desi Bay, and had contributed greatly. Now that he was a Sequence 7 Beyonder, he was part of MI9’s internal affairs department.

Today, his goal was to send a confidential document to Backlund and personally hand it into the hands of MI9’s director.

After sitting down, Wendel bought a newspaper from the paperboy and leisurely read through it.

This was just a superficial act; in reality, he began to use his Beyonder powers to illustrate portraits of the passengers around him, remembering all their characteristics, making meticulous and perfect preparations for any accidents that might happen later.

Choo!

The steam locomotive was chugging forward as the scenery outside sped past the windows.

A few hours later, Wendel cast his gaze out of the window with some anxiety. The sky was already filled with dark clouds, and a storm was about to descend.

This meant that the steam locomotive would stop at a station ahead of time to tide through the storm. It might only continue its journey the next morning, and not reach its designated location.

undoubtedly lead to more

weather like the Sea God, who was promoted by the Rorsted Archipelago’s

only thing he could do was pray to

the station in front of them had already sent a light signal to

Choo!

whistled again, and the train slowed down. Finally,

second, near the steam-powered train’s head, the mechanical door opened. The train conductor stood at

rain. Visibility is zero!” the white-sideburned employee answered

speaking, a muffled thunder sounded, causing

train conductor

at. After all, the schedule he was in charge of didn’t

ran towards the other end of the platform with the glass lantern in hand. “I have to give

because this was a normal dispatch process. Otherwise, an accident between

other staff members of the Utopia Station had already sent

a telegram to learn of the

the name in a low voice,

were many unknown steam locomotive stations in the

the dark sky and muttered a few words before using the newest megaphone to speak to

stop at Utopia

estimated the storm to continue the

or you can exit on your own accord to head into the city to look for an inn. Tomorrow, simply show your ticket stub to board the carriage again. Remember to be on time.”

the second-class carriage and pondered for a

hardship. He was only relying on his professionalism that the sealed carriages, which were

this would definitely affect his condition tomorrow. Clearly,

Utopia Station, Wendel got on a rental carriage by the side of the road

definitely be a cathedral and a hotel near the

as he made the

Sequence 7 Beyonder, Wendel didn’t hide

in the city center while overseas, he could easily find a group of helpers with his status, and his strength was enough to support

best hotel in Utopia is Red Boots. Are we going there?” the coach driver

mission, Wendel wouldn’t mind pleasuring himself. However, he

want a quiet

coachman replied disappointedly. “Let’s go to the Irises Hotel. No one

his gaze

to arrive, the people on the road were all in a rush. Even the paperboys looked

very small city… Wendel came to a preliminary conclusion from the lack of

most of the areas in Utopia could

the rental carriage stopped

fare and rushed into the hotel

pattering sounds behind him just as

down his luggage, Wendel rested for a while. He kept the confidential