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 risks due to a deviation in

change the weather like the Sea God, who was promoted

only thing he could do was pray to the

useless most of the time. By the time the sky turned dark, the station in front of them had already sent a light signal to get the train

Choo!

train slowed down.

The train conductor stood at the entrance and shouted to the staff

is zero!” the

causing everyone to tremble as they sensed the incoming

it!” the train conductor cursed. “Which station

it wasn’t a normal stop, he didn’t really know which station he was at. After all, the schedule he was in charge of didn’t stop at every

other end of the platform with the glass lantern in hand. “I have to give the train behind a

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

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

telegram to learn of the

low voice, not finding any useful information in

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

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

stop at Utopia station until eight in

storm to continue the

the carriage, 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 train conductor gave the passengers

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

an intelligence officer, he had been through plenty of hardship. He was only relying on his professionalism that the sealed

stay up all night, but this would definitely affect his condition tomorrow. Clearly, he still had

rental carriage by the side of

would definitely be a cathedral and a hotel near the municipal

planning on going to the hotel?” the carriage driver asked as he

Sequence 7 Beyonder,

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

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

pleasuring himself. However, he could only shake

a

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

the carriage advanced, Wendel cast his gaze outside the window

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

city… Wendel came to a preliminary conclusion

one trackless carriage. This meant that most of the areas in Utopia could be reached on foot in an adequate amount of

he had expected, in less than ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the entrance

the fare and rushed into the hotel before

pattering sounds behind him just as he

in and putting down his luggage, Wendel rested for a while. He kept the confidential document close to