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.

lead to more risks due

it was beyond him. He couldn’t change the weather like the

thing he could do was pray to the Lord

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

Choo!

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

opened. The train conductor stood at the entrance and

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

thunder sounded, causing everyone to tremble as they sensed

the train conductor

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

small station! You can arrange the rest yourself!” the staff shouted and ran towards the other end of the platform with the glass lantern in hand. “I have to give the train

about the staff’s attitude because this was a normal dispatch process. Otherwise, an accident between two steam

Utopia Station

learn of the area ahead

Wendel repeated the name in a low voice, not finding any useful

was because there were many unknown steam

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

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

to continue the entire

into the city to look for an inn. Tomorrow, simply show your ticket stub to board the carriage again. Remember to be on time.”

at the passengers inside the second-class carriage and pondered for a

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 safe as a

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

carriage by the side of the road and said to the carriage driver, “To the

would definitely be a cathedral and a hotel near the municipal

driver asked as

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his 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

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

mind pleasuring himself. However, he could only shake

a

coachman replied disappointedly. “Let’s go to the

advanced, Wendel cast his gaze outside the window to observe the situation

on the road were all in a rush. Even

to a preliminary conclusion from the

of the areas in Utopia could be reached on foot in an adequate amount of

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

rushed into the hotel before the

behind him just as

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 floor