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.

more

the Sea God,

do was pray to the

the time. By the time the sky turned dark, the station in front of

Choo!

steam engine whistled again, and the train slowed

head, the mechanical door opened. The train conductor stood at the entrance and shouted to the staff on the

zero!” the white-sideburned employee

as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded, causing

conductor cursed.

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

towards the other end of the platform with the glass lantern in hand.

no doubts about the staff’s attitude because this was a normal dispatch

staff members of the Utopia Station had already sent a telegram to the other stations

received a telegram to learn of the

a low voice, not finding any useful information

too much of it. This was because there were many unknown steam locomotive stations in the entire Loen Kingdom. This was a manifestation of the

muttered a few words before using the

is coming. The train will stop at Utopia station until eight

estimated the storm to continue

you can exit on your own accord to head into the city to look for an inn.

at the passengers inside the second-class carriage and pondered for a few seconds before carrying

couldn’t handle the harsh environment that wasn’t conducive for good sleep. When he was an intelligence officer, he had been through plenty of hardship. He was only relying on

definitely affect his condition tomorrow. Clearly, he still had a long

side of the road and

definitely be a cathedral and a hotel near the

the carriage driver asked as he made the horse turn around, seemingly capable of getting along

a Sequence 7 Beyonder, Wendel

easily find a group of helpers with his status, and his strength was enough to

going there?” the coach driver asked in a suggestive tone

didn’t have a mission, Wendel wouldn’t mind pleasuring himself. However,

want a

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

his gaze outside

was because the storm was about to arrive, the people on the road were all

Wendel came to a preliminary conclusion from the lack of a

meant that most of the areas

the rental carriage stopped at the entrance of the Irises

the fare and rushed into the hotel

pattering sounds behind him just as

checking in and putting down his luggage, Wendel rested for a while. He kept the confidential document close to him and went to the restaurant on the first