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.

would undoubtedly lead to more risks due to a deviation in his

weather like the Sea God, who was promoted by

do was pray to the Lord 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

Choo!

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

second, near the steam-powered train’s head, the mechanical door opened. The train conductor stood

zero!” the white-sideburned employee

thunder sounded, causing everyone to tremble as

the train conductor cursed. “Which station is

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

arrange the rest yourself!” the staff shouted and ran towards the other end of the platform with the glass lantern in

conductor had no doubts about the staff’s attitude because this was a normal dispatch

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

to learn of

low voice,

many unknown steam locomotive stations in the entire

at the dark sky and muttered a few words before using

The train will stop at Utopia station until eight in the

the storm to continue

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

looked at the passengers inside the second-class carriage and pondered for a few seconds before carrying his suitcase and walking out of

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

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

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

would definitely be a cathedral and a

asked as he made the horse turn

Sequence 7 Beyonder,

city center while overseas, he could easily find a group of helpers with his status, and his strength

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

he didn’t have a mission, Wendel wouldn’t mind pleasuring himself. However, he could only shake

want a

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

cast his gaze outside the window to observe the

was because the storm was about to arrive, the people on the road were all

to a preliminary conclusion from the

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

the rental carriage stopped

into the hotel

behind him

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