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 deviation

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

was pray to the Lord of

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

Choo!

again, and the train slowed down. Finally, it stopped at an

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

zero!” the white-sideburned employee answered

finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded, causing

it!” the train conductor cursed. “Which station

didn’t really know which station he was at. After all,

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

staff’s attitude because this was a normal dispatch process. Otherwise, an

could even be certain that the other staff members of the Utopia Station had

a telegram to learn of the area ahead being

a low voice, not finding any

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

the dark sky and muttered a few words before

is coming. The train will stop at

the storm to continue

your own accord to head into the city to look for an inn. Tomorrow, simply show your ticket stub to board the carriage again.

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

for good sleep. When he was an intelligence officer, he had been through plenty of hardship. He was only relying on his professionalism that the sealed carriages, which were limited in space for passenger movement, weren’t as

all night, but this would definitely affect

side of the road and said to the

Loen Kingdom, there would definitely be a cathedral and

the carriage driver asked as he

a Sequence 7 Beyonder, Wendel didn’t

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

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

Wendel wouldn’t mind pleasuring himself.

want a

go to the Irises Hotel. No

cast his gaze outside the window

was because the storm was about to arrive, the people on the road were all in a rush. Even the

preliminary conclusion from the lack of a

most of the areas in

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

rushed into the hotel before

pattering sounds behind him just as

while. He kept the confidential document close to him and went to the restaurant on the first