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.

opinion, this would undoubtedly lead to more risks due to a deviation in

the weather like the

thing he could do was pray to the

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

Choo!

and the train slowed down. Finally, it stopped at

opened. The train conductor stood at the entrance and shouted to the

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

thunder sounded, causing everyone to tremble

train conductor cursed. “Which station

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

rest yourself!” the staff shouted and ran towards the other end of the platform with the glass lantern in hand. “I have

had no doubts about the staff’s attitude because this was a normal dispatch process. Otherwise, an accident between two steam locomotives would

be certain that the other staff members of the Utopia Station had already

telegram to learn of the area ahead being enveloped

voice, not finding any useful information in his

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

dark sky and muttered a few words before

coming. The train will stop at

estimated the storm to continue the entire

into the city to look for an inn.

a few seconds before carrying his suitcase and walking out of

hardship. He

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

carriage by the side of the road and

would definitely be a cathedral and a

carriage driver asked as he made the horse turn

a Sequence 7 Beyonder, Wendel didn’t hide

as long as he lived in the city center while overseas, he could easily find a group of helpers with his

is Red Boots. Are we going there?” the coach driver asked in a

pleasuring himself. However, he could only shake his

want a

coachman replied disappointedly. “Let’s go to the

advanced, Wendel cast his gaze outside the window to observe

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

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

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

than ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the

and rushed into

heard pattering sounds behind

a while. He kept the confidential document close