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.

this would undoubtedly lead to more risks due to a

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

only thing he could do was

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 to slow down and

Choo!

train slowed down. Finally, it stopped

the next second, near the steam-powered train’s head, the mechanical door opened. The train conductor stood at the entrance and shouted to

Visibility is zero!” the white-sideburned employee answered

muffled thunder sounded, causing

the train conductor cursed. “Which station

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 station in

a small station! You can arrange the rest yourself!” the staff shouted and ran towards the other

no doubts about the staff’s attitude because this was a normal dispatch process. Otherwise,

that the other staff members of the Utopia

must’ve received a telegram to learn of the area ahead being enveloped by

a low voice, not finding

didn’t think too much of it. This was because there were many unknown steam locomotive stations in the entire

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

train will stop at

the storm to continue the entire

in 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

and pondered for a few

hardship. He was only relying

this would definitely affect his

got on a rental carriage by the side of the road and said to the carriage driver, “To the

there would definitely be a cathedral and a hotel near the municipal

going to the hotel?” the carriage driver asked as he made the horse turn around, seemingly capable of getting along well with

As a Sequence 7 Beyonder,

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

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

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

a quiet

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

his gaze outside the window

on the road were all in a

Wendel came to a preliminary

This meant that most of the areas in Utopia could be reached

than ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the entrance of the

and rushed into the hotel before

heard pattering sounds behind him just as

He kept the confidential document close to him and went to the